#in underwear :( after I’ve very politely said no. and then he had the nerve to get offended when i was teasing.

[andwewerehappy]

friends i downloaded the dating app and uh. don’t think it’s going too well.

[whisperlullaby]

Team-Building

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Sam

Words: 2369

Warnings: Smut (18+only), oral (f and m receiving), threesome, explicit language

Summary: You are an HR receptionist lucky enough to be around each time Sam and Bucky come in to attend their mediation sessions. They want to apologize for making you stay late one night. 

A/N: Written for my lovely @river-soul read over and confirmed it’s not trash by @syntheticavenger Gifs by @navybrat817​ Minors please DO NOT INTERACT. This is my first time writing a threesome so be kind with feedback! If I missed any warnings let me know and PLEASE enjoy.

The ticking of the clock seemed to get louder as you become more impatient at the fact you were still at work well past closing. As an HR receptionist, it was your responsibility to process the paperwork involved in Steve giving Sam the shield. You had been working tirelessly, trying to get everything in order, and yet you couldn’t seem to get that last signature needed to finalize the transition. The bickering between Sam and Bucky was holding everything up. They had to go to HR at least once a day if not more to meet with the staff mediator, Emma. You were tasked with locking up the office and you couldn’t very well do that while there were people still in the building, no matter how tempting. Finally, you heard to door click open and each person filed out.

“Now, gentlemen, I hope this can be our last meeting.” Emma sighed, “Just try to find some common ground. Maybe find a hobby or activity you can do together. Kind of like team building.”

You chuckled listening to Emma. She was a complete angel coming in multiple times a day just to field the laundry list of complaints against the duo for their behavior. Your laughing drew in the attention of the pair and as Emma left, they stopped at your desk.

“Hey, there sugar what are you doing here so late?” Sam cocked his eyebrow leaning on your desk.

“Well, Sam there are these two idiots who keep getting into shit with the rest of the team and have late end-of-the-day mediations. Guess who can’t close up the office until those sessions end, and everyone leaves the building?” You teased.

“Doll, I don’t think it’s nice to call Emma an idiot. Sam sure, but Emma? She’s a saint. Has to put up with that asshole.” Bucky gestured to Sam with a smirk.

You couldn’t help but laugh. You have known Sam and Bucky for a few months now since they started coming into HR for their mediation. At first, it was polite hello’s given before they bickered their way out of the office. Soon they began to hang over your desk as you finished up tasks and walked you to your car almost nightly. Sam would occasionally bring you your favorite coffee, and as if to one-up him, Bucky would bring you your favorite flowers. He would tell you they would last much longer than some silly coffee. 

They stayed close to your desk as you went about locking up, watching you closely and sharing knowing glances. You squinted your eyes suspiciously at the two of them and when you finally managed to shoo them out of the building to lock up, they followed you to your car.

“So, any plans tonight?” Sam asked throwing his arm around your shoulders.

“Just going home, ordering take out, and drinking copious amounts of wine. What about you guys? Gonna find out if you have any hobby’s in common?” You laugh, shrugging off Sam’s shoulder as Bucky grabbed your hand.

“Oh I don’t think Sam and I have much in common outside of enjoying your company.” Bucky brought your hand to his face and gave it a kiss. “How about you let us treat you to dinner?”

You smiled at Bucky and looked over at Sam who could hardly contain his amusement. 

“If you guys behave. I’m not about to referee a fight between the two of you. It’s been a long enough week as it is.”

“Don’t worry honey, we’ll be on our best behavior and who knows. Maybe you’ll let us eat out with you more often.” Sam gave you a cheeky grin.

You gave Sam a confused look, “Right, except we’re eating in. I’ve had enough of people I just want a relaxing night at home.”

“Don’t worry doll, we’ll help you relax.” Bucky winked at you.

You gave them your address and told them to give you an hour. After you picked up more wine at the liquor store, you sent Sam a text to pick up the food and headed back home. When you got home you frantically ran around and cleaned up as best as you could. You changed into some shorts and a tank top just in time to hear knocking at your door. Pulling it open revealed Sam and Bucky leaning against the door jam holding bags of Chinese food. 

“Jeeze guys did you order enough food?” You stepped aside letting them in.

Sam planted a kiss on your forehead and went into the kitchen. “Gotta make sure we get your energy up after you had to deal with two of the most exhausting people all week.”

Bucky followed Sam after pulling you into a hug.”Sam, I think I said earlier that it’s not nice to talk about Emma like that when all she’s trying to do is help you.”

You went into the kitchen to pull wine glasses down from the top shelf. Normally when it was just you, you would drink directly from the bottle. Why dirty another dish? As you reached up on your tiptoes you felt your tanktop slide up your body. After struggling to try to reach the glasses, you felt a warm hand on your exposed hip and a heavy body press behind you.

“If you needed help reaching something honey you could have just asked,” Sam whispered low in your ear as he grabbed the glasses and placed them next to you on the counter.

He released your hip and turned to grab the wine. You were still facing the counter trying to slow your breathing. When you turned around you were face to face with Bucky as he reached behind you to grab the glasses. 

“We kind of need the glasses doll, or are you hoarding them all for yourself?” Bucky leaned forward, caging you against the counter. You heard the faint clinking of the glasses as Bucky grabbed them never once breaking eye contact with you.

“Um yeah, you guys help yourselves I’ll be right back.” 

You ran into the bathroom and splashed water on your face. You had to be imagining things, right? Sam and Bucky who came to professional couples counseling weekly were in your home and getting very close. Did they notice how you looked at them each time they came into the office? You had to have been caught staring at Sam’s ass on more than one occasion with the amount you did it. You lost count of the number of times you had to have Bucky repeat what he just said because you got lost in the low gravel of his voice. The jig was up. They were definitely onto you and they were going to tease you mercilessly for it, you were sure of it.

When you came out of the bathroom Sam and Bucky were in the kitchen speaking in hushed tones. At the creek of the floor under you, they snapped their attention in your direction. They slowly started making their way over to you, their eyes glued to your body.

“Oh sweetheart, were we making you uncomfortable?” Bucky smirked.

“I know Bucky can be intimidating but you didn’t have to go getting all wet on his account.” Sam gestured to your chest.

You tilted your head in confusion and looked down. When you splashed the water on your face you must have overdone it seeing as the entire front of your shirt was soaked through, putting your nipples on full display.

“I am so sorry,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest, “I’m going to go put on a dry shirt I’ll be right back.”

You ran into your bedroom and quickly sifted through the drawers to find another shirt to wear. As you took off the offensive tank top you heard the door to your room creak open and saw Sam and Bucky watching you.

“You know sugar, Emma had told us to find something we had in common. Something we could do together that we both enjoyed. Called it ‘team-building’,” Sam walked over to you and brushed his fingers over your cheek. 

“We thought she was out of her mind suggesting it. What could we possibly have in common?” Bucky moved behind you, circling his arms around your hips pressing soft kisses into your neck. 

Sam brought his finger under your chin and lifted your head to meet his warm brown eyes.

“We finally figured it out. We have you in common. We can’t stop thinking about you and we’ve noticed how you look at us. You want us too right?”

You let out a small whine and nodded, “Yes, I can’t stop thinking about you two.” Bucky smiled into your neck. “Yeah doll? When do you think about us? When you touch yourself?”

His warm breath on your neck made you shiver. Your nipples pebbled and Sam brought his hands to your chest, gently massaging the soft skin. You moaned at the sensation and Sam pinched your nipples intensifying the feeling.

“I think the tin man asked you a question honey, why don’t you answer him?” Sam cooed.

Bucky growled at the statement and you could feel your arousal pool in your panties. 

“Yes,” you whimpered, “I touch myself when I think of you two.”

Sam hooked his fingers in the hem of your shorts pulling them down along with your underwear, leaving you completely bare to the two men. Bucky gripped your wrists and moved them down to your core. 

“Show us how you touch yourself doll.” Bucky placed nips and kisses along your shoulder.

You started making slow circles on your clit, throwing your head back into Bucky’s chest. You dip one finger inside your wet channel slowly, sighing with relief. As you continue your ministrations Bucky moves his hands over your breast groping them. You were about to add another finger when you felt Sam grip your wrist pulling your hand away from your core. You looked down at him to watch as he took your fingers into his mouth to suck them clean.

“You taste so good, honey.” Sam hummed before he gripped the back of your thigh and lifted it over his shoulder. He held your ass as he pressed his face into your dripping core licking a stripe straight to your clit. He sucked on the bundle of nerves while Bucky continued to leave marks on your neck. Sam added two fingers into you and expertly stroked your sweet spot.

“Come on doll, fall apart for Sam. Cum for him so I can make you scream my name next.” Bucky pinched your nipples and your orgasm rushed through you. 

Sam worked you through your orgasm licking up all your release. When he stood up he stripped off his shirt exposing his chiseled torso. He removed his pants letting his hardened cock slap his stomach. Bucky released you as Sam moved forward to capture your lips in a tender kiss. You could hear more clothes dropping to the ground and when you turned your head Bucky was on full display, the metal of his arm glimmering in the moonlight. Bucky smoothed his hand across your cheek tilting your face to meet his for a soft kiss. Pushing Sam away from you, Bucky guided you to the bed to lay you down.

“I can’t wait anymore sweetheart I have to feel you around my cock” Bucky lined himself up. Before he could push in, you felt the bed dip and saw Sam stroking himself next to you. You licked your lips and reached for him. Before you reached him, Bucky flipped you on all fours and guided your hips back, his length slowly spearing you. You moaned at the full sensation as Bucky bottomed out stilling for a moment.

Sam positioned himself in front of you, “Come on sugar, I want to see what that mouth can do.” 

You opened your mouth and licked the pre-cum off before wrapping your lips around his length and hollowing out your cheeks. Sam pushed himself in until you felt him touch the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly as he moaned.

“Sam, do that again, she squeezed the shit out of me.” Bucky smacked your ass causing you to move forward taking in more of Sam, humming with satisfaction.

“Shit, I’ll do that again if you keep that up. The mouth on her feels like heaven” 

Bucky started thrusting in and out of you ravenously. Each time your hips met, you took Sam deeper down your throat, drool running out of your mouth coating his cock. Sam pulled your hair causing you to whimper, the sound only spurred both men on. Bucky brought his metal hand down to your clit, pinching it. 

“You gonna be a good girl and cum for me doll? Make a mess of my cock.”

You nodded and Sam groaned pinching one of your nipples.

“Fuck sugar, you’re gonna make me cum. Can I cum down your throat?”

You hummed with approval as Sam fucked your throat. You felt hot ropes fill your mouth and you tried to make sure you took everything Sam had to give you. Bucky continued to fuck you as your own orgasm hit you causing you to cry out his name. His hips stuttered as he reached his own release.

“Told ya she’d be screaming my name bird brain.” Bucky teased as you fell onto the mattress.

“Well, that’s because her mouth was full and our girl knows better than to talk with her mouth full, isn’t that right honey.” Sam brushed your hair out of your face and kissed your cheek.

You hummed in contentment completely fucked out. Bucky got up to get a washcloth to clean you up as Sam soothed his fingers down your back. 

“You hungry doll? We did get enough food for a small army and I know you’re gonna need your energy.” Bucky stated nonchalantly. 

You sat up and looked at Bucky with your eyebrows pinched together.

“Why would I need my energy?”

Sam pulled you to his chest, “Oh honey, you didn’t think that was the only round did you?”

[stories-by-belle]

Champagne

Just some smutty Tom Holland inspired drabble, enjoy. Bx

It was here. I thought to myself, staring into the mirror. My last ever performance as Juliet.

It'd been almost a year since I rushed across London to my audition and somehow bagged the role even after being massively late and a total unknown. This was my first big role, my first leading lady role and here I was gaining good reviews as Juliet opposite Tom Hollands Romeo.

The fact that this was Tom's essential return to the West End, his first play since doing Billy Elliot when he was just a child, and his first ever go at Shakespeare had created a huge buzz around around the play. And he'd absolutely killed it, all of London was talking about his performance.

And, somehow, I'd been lucky enough to join him for the whirlwind of press that surrounded the play every night. Sally, my agent, was thrilled, I was no longer the problematic talent on her books struggling to hold my nerves together.

———

"Alright there, Juliet?" Tom nudged me with his elbow as we both stood backstage waiting to begin, for the last time. "You're being very quiet tonight."

He was right, normally by this point of the evening I was laughing with him, psyching myself up, ready to get on stage.

"I just can't believe this is the last night." I mumbled, I was really sad that this was ending, the whole experience had been amazing, we'd all become close friends, Tom and I especially, he was infectious, his enthusiasm, his joy, it rubbed off on me daily. And I truly believed that he was making me a better actress through all this. My confidence had grown as our friendship had over the many months of working together.

"Aw, you gonna miss me?" Tom grinned playfully at me.

I was, but I wasn't about to tell him that.

"Ah, you won't be able to get rid of me that easily." He said pulling me into a hug as I rolled my eyes at him. "You'll always be my Juliet." He whispered, lingering a little bit too long at the nape of my neck before moving away to take his starting position on the stage.

———

And in the blink of an eye, our last performance was done.

Both Tom and I lay still on the stage where we'd both fallen in our death scene, as the other cast members finished the play around us.

Each night, we'd lain still, and tangled up together as lovers in each others arms for, what felt like, an excruciatingly long time.

"I'll miss this part the most." Tom whispered, barely audible even to me. I thought I was hearing things until I felt his hand subtly move to hold mine.

My heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest, as I chanced a glance up at him to find him staring down at me.

Finally the curtain fell around us, and the tension between us was cut. The audience were cheering as we got to our feet & rushed to take our final bows.

———

After the usual rounds of bowing, and then congratulating each other backstage, I quietly sloped off to my dressing room while the others starting cracking open bottles of champagne.

I'd just got my costumed unzipped when Tom rushed into the room, champagne bottle in hand, soaking me as he shuck the bottle spraying it everywhere, laughing manically.

"Tom, stop! Come on! I gotta give this costume back!" I shouted through my laughter.

"Payback!" He shouted back as he proceeded in soaking me in champagne. "For that coffee you got all over me!"

"That was an accident!" I managed to move out of his way, hiding behind my dressing screen. "And besides, I thought we agreed that neither of us had been looking where we were going that day!" I giggled at him as he missed me.

He pounced behind the screen, pushing me back against the wall, threatening to pour the rest of the champagne over my head.

"Okay, okay, I give up, you win, you win!" I giggled.

We were both breathless, I was drenched and he had my hips pinned under his against the wall. Without moving away from me he took a swig of champagne before offering it to my lips.

I could feel him watching me closely as I drank from the bottle.

We'd spent a lot of time over the months being close together like this, so it didn't feel weird, there had been a tension slowly building over the months as we'd played lovers on stage & flirted playfully & unapologetically offstage.

As Tom lowered the bottle from my mouth, we both hovered in the moment, simply staring at each other, daring the other to make the first move.

I'd wondered many times if there was something more here than just flirting for Tom, but this was the first time I felt for certain there was something. In fact, I could feel something pressing into my lower stomach as we breathlessly stared at each other.

"I'm sorry." Tom gulped as he moved away trying to hide his lower body from me "That was probably quite, uh, inappropriate." The gentleman in him kicked in, suddenly embarrassed at his actions, and his, ah-hem, reaction to it all.

My heart melted for him, for all the confidence & charm he had, he was really quite shy too. This, mixed with the pure desire I felt as he held me pinned against the wall, emboldened me.

"Don't be sorry." I said simply, moving towards him. "After tonight we won't be working together, so it's not inappropriate at all." I smirked at him, as I took the bottle from him and put it down.

Before I knew it, he had one arm wrapped around my waist, another in my hair, as he pulled me into him to kiss me hard and desperately. It was the polar opposite of the kisses we had shared each night on stage, there was absolutely nothing polite about this kiss.

"You have no idea how many times I've imagined this." Tom moaned into your ear as he trailed kisses down your neck, slowly pulling your unzipped dress down your upper body, following it closely with kisses, occasionally nipping at my skin with his teeth.

As the dress reached my hips & Tom was on his knees in front of me, my entire skin tingled with lust.

He tugged the dress over my hips & let it fall to the floor, leaving me standing above him in just my underwear. His eyes traced over my entire body before mumbling "So. Fucking. Pretty." as he placed kisses along the top of my knickers, he glanced once more up at me, asking for permission to keep going. I nodded and sighed as he kissed my centre through the thin cotton, that was already soaked through, he buried his mouth into me as my hands wound their way into his hair, willing him to keep going.

As he pulled my underwear to one side & I felt his tongue flick over my clit, my knees buckled as I gasped, grabbing his shoulders to keep me from falling.

"Sensitive?" He chuckled as he let me catch my breath.

Standing back up, he kissed me again, swapping between nibbling on my lips and pushing his tongue into my mouth, all the while his fingers worked my clit. As he applied more pressure, my knees buckled again, but this time he was there to catch me, pushing me back against the wall to keep me upright, he was relentless, as he pressed harder while drawing circles around my clit, as he moved to nibble my neck, all I could do was cling to him as my orgasm hit.

He held me close, his hand still gently playing with my clit as he watched me ride out my high.

“I’ve been dying to see you like this for months.” Tom whispered, stroking my neck with one hand, and stroking my wet folds with the other.

The noise outside my dressing room door broke us out of our trance.

“We should probably go join the rest of them for the party.” Tom mumbled, glancing behind him to check the door was closed, before removing his hand from my underwear and bringing his fingers to his mouth to taste you.

You let out a moan at the loss of his touch, knowing you needed more of him.

“But…” I started, knowing that now wasn’t the time, but I just couldn’t help it, I wanted more.

“So needy.” He chuckled with a satisfied smile on his face, I sighed as I pulled his lips back to mine and rolled my hips against his, hoping to pull us both back into the trance we’d been in.

“Later, baby.” Tom moaned as his pulled away from me completely. Reaching out for my robe that was hanging on the back of my door.

As he walked back towards me, he tried to adjust his raging hard on through his trousers, eliciting a quiet groan to escape from his lips. He gritted his teeth hard as he wrapped the robe around my shoulders.

“We should get you tidied up and looking presentable again.”

———

In the dressing room, he had quietly helped me dress and waited patiently while I attempted to fix my hair and face. We didn’t talk about what had just happened, and I was desperate for him to say anything about it, I needed clarity, was that just a one off, or was there going to be a later? He stayed by my side until he was pulled away by the director as we approached the bar to order drinks.

As I watched him leave, I tried, desperately, not to over think it all. And threw myself into having a good night instead, I chatted happily to the rest of the cast and crew, and drank and danced the night away. I had assumed Tom was somewhere amongst the crowd doing the same thing.

Suddenly it was 3am, and I was exhausted. Several of the others were all starting to make their way to the exit, as the guy I had been chatting with at the bar bid me goodnight as he left, I glanced around the room for Tom. Just as I thought that maybe he’d left already, my eyes found him, was already staring me down from across the bar, practically ignoring the group of people chatting animatedly around him.

I smirked at him, I knew that look. It was the same as the look he gave me in the dressing room earlier. As I made my way over to him, slowly, hugging and saying goodnight to various people as I moved through the crowd, he never took his eyes off me.

As I got close, he excused himself from the conversation he had been ignoring and moved towards me, winding an arm around my waist and kissing me on the cheek as he started to guide me towards the exit.

“Hey you.” He whispered.

“Where’ve you been all night?” I asked genuinely wondering why he’d left my side so quickly after we got into the bar.

“Sorry, my agent hustled me away to chat with some producers about a project. Did you have a good night?”

“Yeah, very good, lots of dancing and lots of wine.” I giggled as we made it outside, he led me away from the crowd of people congregating by the doorway waiting for taxies.

“You looked like you were having a good time with that guy at the bar before, or should I say he was having a great time looking down your dress.” Tom grumbled.

“Ohh, is that a hint of jealously I can hear?” I smirked at him.

At that he spun me around, pressing me up against the wall, his hands pinning my hips, his eyes boring into mine. I could see him gritting his teeth as he stared down at me considering his next words.

“Would you mind if I were a little jealous?”

“Not at all. In fact, I really quite like it.” I smiled sweetly up at him, this seemed to relax him a bit, clearly he’d been doing more overthinking than I had tonight. I reached my arms around his neck and pulled him down to my lips as his body melted against me.

“Hey Tom?” I pulled away as he started nibbling on my earlobe.

“Mmmhmm.”

“Is is ‘later’ yet?” I asked as innocently as possible.

“So needy…” He chuckled into my neck as he peppered light kisses down and along my collarbone.

“Do you mind if I’m a little needy?” I questioned him, the same way he had me.

Tom stopped what he was doing to look at me. “Not one bit.” He smiled. “Shall we get out of here?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” I grinned back at him, as he pulled me towards the nearest taxi, finally knowing we about to finish what we started after he’d dowsed me in champagne earlier.

[fruitcoops]

hey, can u do prompt 68, maybe with remus and sirius? I really love your work❤

Thank you, lovely! To the five different people (or just a couple incredibly dedicated ones) who requested this prompt: I see you and your restraint kinks, and yes, I am still taking prompts from both lists. Most of these asks included other prompts, which I worked into this as well. Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for restraint, smut

Prompt 68: “Just your wrists. If you don’t like it we can stop”

Prompt 73: “I want to watch you fall apart.”

Prompt 84: “I love how your body loses control when you come.”

“Baby,” Remus murmured as he worked his way along Sirius’ jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses to every inch of skin he could reach. Sirius hummed, sliding his hands down to dip beneath the band of Remus’ boxers for a moment as he rolled his hips up. “I want to—hmm—to try something.”

“What?” Sirius’ lips trailed up his neck, soft and slightly swollen. With great effort, Remus sat up and leaned over to their nightstand, rummaging through the top drawer. “The lube is over here.”

“Not looking for that.” He felt Sirius twitch under his thigh and his grip tightened on his waist. Something silky brushed his hand and he pulled it out of the drawer, holding it up for Sirius to see.

“One of my ties?” Sirius raised an eyebrow. “If you’re suggesting we get dressed and go out, I going to politely say absolutely fucking not.”

Remus laughed and placed a kiss to his cheek. Sirius shuddered at the shift of his hips and he smiled, starting to slowly grind down. “I thought we could try that thing we were talking about last week,” he said.

“What thi—oh. Oh.”

“Do you want to? Just your wrists. If you don’t like it, we can stop.”

“Hell yes, let’s go.” Sirius ran his hands up Remus’ sides as interest lit in his eyes.

“Easy tiger.” Sirius whined and Remus grinned, lacing their fingers together and sliding them up onto the pillows; his back stretched at the movement and he sighed happily. “Safeword?”

“Red.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too. Stop stalling.”

“I’m not stalling!” Remus protested, sitting back a bit despite Sirius’ very kissable pout. “Consent is sexy.”

“So is getting tied up by my incredibly hot fiancé!” Well, fuck, that sent a wave of tingles through every nerve in his body. A mischievous smile tugged at the corner of Sirius’ lips and he held his wrists out. “Oh, okay then. C’mon, Loops, tie me up.”

“You’re such a brat,” he said as he leaned down so his elbows rested on either side of Sirius’ head, perfectly in range to see his cocky smile up close and personal. Sirius opened his mouth, probably to fire back with something snarky, only to fall silent when Remus pinned his hands to the pillows. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Sirius shifted beneath him and pushed their hips together; feeling the damp patch on the front of his boxers was doing nothing to support Remus’ attempt at keeping his brain from dissolving into mush. “Please, mon coeur?”

A small shiver ran down his spine at the nickname and he sat up again, fumbling with the tie as Sirius arched his back and kept his arms above his head. Okay, Lupin, you know how to do this. Remember the process. Two loops, twist, through, one more, and slide. Sirius closed his eyes as the tie slipped over his wrists and smiled lazily—Remus saw some the tension release from his shoulders immediately.

“Is that okay?” he asked, running his thumb along the smooth fabric. Sirius mumbled something and flexed his fingers. “Sorry, love, didn’t catch that.”

“Tighter.”

All the breath fled Remus’ lungs and he swallowed thickly as he obliged, wrapping the extra around his hand. A cut-off moan slipped through Sirius’ lips and his eyes flashed open, pupils dilated. “Better?”

“So good, so good, allez.”

“Tell me if it’s too tight,” Remus said as he began kissing his way down Sirius’ chest. “Baby, promise you’ll tell me.”

“I will,” Sirius panted. “Fuck, sweetheart, please.”

“What do you want?” Remus tugged one side of his underwear down and nipped lightly at the exposed skin, making him jolt.

His answer was little more than a whisper. “Anything.”

Remus slid his boxers down his strong legs, taking a moment to appreciate the cut of his thighs as they clenched under his touch. His dick was leaking steadily, and both his knees jerked upward when Remus closed his mouth around the head—Sirius keened as he gently guided them back down and laid on his stomach. “Easy, love, I’ve got you.”

“Not going to last.” Sirius’ voice broke. “I’m so fucking hard, Re, you can’t tease me right now.”

Remus pulled away and straddled him again, hovering less than an inch over his dick as he writhed. Sirius went still, chest heaving, when he planted his hands next to his head and tilted his chin just so. “I can and I will,” he said lowly, leaning down to suck a small hickey into the muscle of his shoulder. “I want to watch you fall apart.”

Judging by the ticking at the side of his jaw and his shaky exhale, Sirius was mere moments away from coming just from that. Good. Remus settled between his legs again and licked up his shaft, relishing in the salty taste of his precome as it dripped down. “I’m—I’m—”

“No.”

“Remus,” Sirius groaned, pulling at the tie around his wrists.

“This really gets you going, doesn’t it?” Remus reached up and tugged the central knot with one finger. “I don’t think I’ve seen you like this since you wore my jersey.”

A pretty flush spread up Sirius’ chest and he strained against the bindings once again; with a frustrated noise, he let his hands fall back down. “I want to touch you.”

“Do you want me to take it off?”

“Not really.”

“Then too bad,” Remus said with a smirk, tapping his chin until he leaned in for a slow, dirty kiss. He rolled Sirius’ lower lip between his teeth until it was red and slick, running one hand down his side to wrap around his dick and tug; he could practically taste Sirius’ gasp as their chests bumped together. “I bet I’ll barely have to do anything to get you off. You’re almost there already, aren’t you?”

Sirius’ vocabulary seemed to be reduced to low moans and half-finished pleas, interspersed with Remus’ name whenever he swiped his thumb over the top of his dick. He nodded, eyes glazed as he gripped the tie with white knuckles. Remus drew him in for another kiss and his shoulders shifted.

“What are you doing?” he asked against his mouth with a short laugh. Warm weight settled over his shoulders and Sirius sighed, pulling him down more. “Oh, no you don’t.”

It took some maneuvering to slide out from under Sirius’ arms, but he succeeded after a slight struggle and returned them to their previous position. “Re,” he grumbled, pouting. “Why not?”

“Because I said so.”

“Don’t be such a—ngh, do that again.” His back arched and Remus squeezed the base of his dick lightly, feeling smug pride spread through his limbs at the desperate noise he made in response.

“Come on, baby, you can do it,” he teased, jacking his hand up to gather more precome and smooth out the slide. “You can do it.”

“Not with you holding me like that!”

“Are you sure?” Remus grinned, lowering down just enough to tongue at his slit and make his knees knock against his biceps. “Ouch.”

“I’m sure, I’m sure, oh fuck.” Sirius was breathing hard and twisting the knot around as if he could get it undone by sheer force of will.

“Baby, don’t hurt yourself,” Remus said quietly, reaching up to untangle the coils. Sirius bucked his hips up, grinding his dick against Remus’ underwear, and Remus wrapped both his hands around his forearms, pushing them into the pillows firmly. “What was that?”

“Re, please I’m so close,” he babbled. “Feels so good, please.”

“You know what? Fine.” Sirius seemed rather surprised, but that quickly melted away as Remus began stroking him again in tight, short pulls that made his legs shake. “Go ahead, Sirius.”

“Why do I feel like this is a trap?” he panted, tilting his head back in pleasure.

“Why would it be a trap?”

“Because you never—oh—you never let me off easy.” He grinned at him from under those long, dark lashes and Remus felt a spike of heat in his stomach.

“I think you’re forgetting something.”

Sirius squeezed his eyes closed and let out a strained laugh that slid into a moan. “I’m forgetting a lot of things right now.”

Remus loosened his grip slightly, but didn’t slow his pace as he leaned up so they were eye-to-eye. “I like seeing you like this just as much as you like being tied up.”

There were few sights more beautiful than Sirius Black coming, and Remus was glad he had sole ownership of that knowledge. His silver eyes went wide, then screwed up tightly as his elbows bent down on reflex and one of his legs hitched up around Remus’ hip. Remus stroked him through it, making soft shushing sounds as come coated his hand and the aftershocks rippled through him.

“There you are,” he said with a smile as Sirius blinked up at him after a moment. He was achingly hard, but he placed a kiss to his forehead all the same and rested his chin on his folded forearms. “Hey. I love how your body loses control when you come.”

“Huh.”

“That’s a good sign,” he laughed, sitting up to undo the tie. Sirius’ arms were limp and pliant as the fabric slipped off; even when it was gone, his hands remained there until Remus pulled them down and rubbed small circles into the reddened skin. “How are you feeling? It wasn’t too tight, was it?”

“Non. Tout bon.”

“Good.” Remus slid his arms under Sirius’ back and snuggled into his chest, feeling his hands come up to clumsily settle between his shoulder blades. “We should definitely do that again sometime.”

“Mhmm.” Sirius kissed the top of his head. “I can feel how hard you are, you know.”

“Shocking. Who would’ve thought.”

“I promise to do something about that, but give me, like, two minutes. My bones are still coming back.”

Remus grinned. “Yeah, they are.”

“Shut up,” Sirius laughed, flicking him lightly on the shoulder. “One of these days we’re going to make it through without you making fun of me.”

“It comes from a place of love.” He propped his chin up and smiled as Sirius kissed his nose.

“I know. I love it.”

“Love you, too.”

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A Public Affair

Title: A Public Affair 

Characters: Henry Cavill x Plus-size!Latina!Reader

Summary: You and Henry make your first official appearance as a couple at a Red Carpet and Masquerade Ball in London. Ready to kick things up a notch in your love life, in and out of the bedroom, you eagerly agree to wear a butt plug throughout the event in preparation for all the dirty things he’s going to do to you when you get home. 

Prompt: “Let’s go to hell, then. Together.” for @fanficocean​​ challenge and  Masquerade Ball square fill for @thewitcherbingo​​

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, implied blowjob, teasing, toys/sex acts in public, anal play: anal fingering, butt plugs, eating ass, anal sex, exactly one (1) use of the word ‘Daddy’. 

Word Count: 3k

A/N: I’ve been horny and was craving an anal fic and immediately thought of Henry so voila. Betad by @scarletwinchester84

As you lay sprawled across the couch, feet in Hen’s lap, his hands gently squeezed at your legs. “Are you still sure you want to do this? We don’t have to do all of it, or any of it if you’re not sure about it.” 

You shot him a gentle smile and sat up, arms circling his neck as you moved into his lap. “I’m positive. I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks. I mean, public appearances aren’t exactly my happy place, but I love you and trust you, so I’m ready for all of it.”

Content with your response, his mouth claimed yours, arms holding you to him as he stood from the couch and carried you to the room like you weighed nothing at all. Easing you down onto the bed, Henry’s mouth worked across your jaw to your ear, teeth nipping before he whispered, “Go ahead and get undressed, then, darling.”

In record time you lay naked beneath him, warm beige skin on display, nipples pebbling and core throbbing as he eye-fucked you, let all those dirty thoughts flash in his eyes and taunt you. “Don’t tease me, Henry. I’m already getting enough of that today.”

With an understanding nod, he got right to it, finger pressing at your tight hole as he began to work you open for the first plug of the day. The smallest butt plug would be worn as you prepared for the big night, the second plug would be worn in the car on the way over and through the red carpet and reception, and the last would go in at the ball, to be worn as the night wrapped up and led you home.

“And so it begins,” you half-laughed, half-moaned as soon as the plug was secure. 

Henry grinned, eyes alight with cockiness. “And how do you feel about that?” 

Your hand smoothed down his chest to his crotch, fingers feeling the outline of his thick cock. “Hmm… I think I need to thank you in advance for everything you’re gonna do to me tonight.” 

“I can think of a couple of ways you can… express your gratitude,” he winked, watching with joy as you sank to your knees and licked your lips. 

Soon after you sucked the soul out of Henry’s dick, the hair and makeup team and stylists arrived to help the two of you get ready. Being doted on like a celebrity wasn’t something you were used to, but getting made up and pampered was an extravagant distraction from the nerves of making your first official public appearance as a couple.

A couple of hours passed as you went through the special treatment and when you finally saw yourself in the mirror, you about died. Growing up, beauty was only afforded to skinny people, people who looked nothing like you. It had been an insecurity for as long as you remembered, but looking at your reflection, all you saw was beauty. The makeup and dress complemented you perfectly, and for the first time in a very long time you got to enjoy the perks of getting dolled up and putting your best foot forward. 

The stylists began to pack up and let you know that Henry was done and waiting for you downstairs. Giddy to see his reaction to your look, you made your way out and carefully descended the stairs. Half way down the staircase, you saw him, jaw literally dropped open as his bright eyes took you in. He laughed, sweet and honest, gleaming with pride and love, the awe on his face making you fight back tears. 

“Okay, okay, stop looking at me like that. You’re gonna make me cry and ruin it,” you warned as you got to the bottom of the stairs and walked over to him. 

Everyone laughed and he cleared his throat, stepping up to you with a tamed smile. “Remember the deal?”

Your smokey dark eyes narrowed up at him, only breaking contact when your makeup artists and stylists called to let you know they had finished cleaning up and were leaving. As soon as they were out of the room you punched him lightly in the chest, knocking laughter out of the two of you. 

“Is that dress easy to bend in?”  

You nodded. Though the dress clung to your body, it was easy to move in, easy to take off; that was part of the reason you ended up choosing this dress for tonight. 

“Good. Shall we?” He watched with a filthy grin as you obliged. “Are you ready for the next one, love?” 

Thick fingers slid the dress up over your hips, hooked into your underwear and massaged the globes of your ass. A nod was all you could give him in response when his thumbs spread your cheeks to fully expose the heart shaped plug nestled there. 

Heart pounding in your chest and pussy, you did your best to remain still as his fingers plucked at the base of the plug, gently working your tight hole with it. The smallest plug popped free and you let out a hungry groan, needy for more.

“Patience, love. It’s right here. Just need to get you ready for it,” he cooed, lube-covered fingers gently pressing into your hole. The pressure lured a moan as he worked you open and began to press the medium sized plug into your ass. The moment the second plug slipped in, Henry pulled you up and spun you around, mouth claiming your neck in a frenzy. 

“Fuck, Hen,” you whined, hips grinding against his fingers as one of his hands shoved your dress to keep it up and the other rubbed through your wet folds. Your pussy throbbed and your fingers were lost in the luscious curls atop his head, his teeth biting sharply down on your pulse point. A loud squeal burst from your lips and he laughed deeply, moving his face out of your neck enough for you to see the mischief in his eyes. 

“Neck was safer than ruining your lipstick, right?”

All you could do was roll your eyes as he grinned and left you to right yourself again. When you were ready the two of you gathered your things and left for the limo waiting just outside. The ride was tense, anticipation of the red carpet and the rest of the night to come made you slightly uneasy, knee bouncing where you sat at Henry’s side.  

“Nervous?” Henry’s voice startled you a bit as it broke the silence.

Being in the public eye and the center of attention wasn’t your favorite, especially at your weight. Scrutiny and harsh words were already hurled your way at the mere speculation that Henry could be linked to you romantically, but you knew that he had your back. That he loved you just the way you were and would never stop defending you. 

“A bit,” you answered honestly, releasing a breath before smirking his way. “Though, I am pretty excited to get back home.”

Henry dropped your hand and found your thigh, giving it a squeeze as he winked. “We’ve still got one more to go, remember,” he reminded you, holding up your clutch where the third and largest plug lay waiting. 

“How could I forget?”

-----

As you stepped out of the car, flashing lights blinded you and left you disoriented and clinging to Henry’s side. His assistant, Brendan, and a flock of event staff soon surrounded the two of you, leading you onto a red carpet. 

Henry held you close, big hands reassuring you as he leaned in and said, “You can stay with me the whole time if you’d like, or you can wait with Brendan during the interviews. I’m happy with whatever you decide.”

You shot him a nod and painted on your prettiest smile as you walked the carpet to the first photo stop. Brendan and the staff continued and waited as you and Henry posed as a couple for the first time in public. Photographers called out for you both, shouting both direction and questions about your relationship. The noise and flashing lights immediately jump-started your anxiety and, as if he knew what you were thinking, your boyfriend took a deep breath and wrapped his arm around your waist, turning you to him. 

A gentle smile helped you to relax and the world disappeared when he leaned down and kissed you, tame enough not to ruin your lipstick but firm enough to offer you love and comfort as you shared your love with the world. 

Beaming up at him, your hand pushed through his curls and you pressed another quick kiss to his lips before coming back to earth. Everything was a blur and the only thing you could focus on was Henry. Your hand remained clasped tightly, safely, within his large one as he led down the carpet to the first interview. 

When Brendan ushered him forward, you dropped his hand and took a step back, letting him do his interview as you watched from the sidelines with the team. You stood and watched as he spoke with charm and ease, politely thanking everyone before coming back to you. 

At the next photo stop and interview he let you go when your grip on his hand loosened, but at the last interview his grip grew tighter, and you realized he wasn’t going to let you sit this one out. 

The reporter smiled widely as he approached, and her eyes immediately flew to you, signaling something to the videographer as you arrived at their station. 

“Hello, sir. Henry you look wonderful,” she greeted, letting him thank her before continuing. “And who might this lovely woman be?”

Clearing your throat, you leaned in and she moved her mic from Henry’s face to yours. “I’m Y/n L/n, Henry’s girlfriend.”

Henry looked down at you affectionately, watching as your nervous smile grew into an excited one. It was out. It was official. Not that you and Henry hadn’t been committed to one another already, but now it was a public affair. Excitement, relief, and a small rush of adrenaline kicked through your system, the heat of Hen’s hand against yours telling you that he felt the same. 

All of your worst case scenarios flashed through your mind, but to your surprise, the reporter in front of didn’t sling a backhanded compliment at you. Instead, she smiled a genuine smile and congratulated Henry on landing a woman as beautiful as you. Brain scrambling to catch up, you only caught on in the middle of his sentence.

“-she’s fantastic, and loyal, and truly sincere. I’m a very lucky man to have her at my side,” he gushed, smiling down at you as you hid your gummy smile behind your hand. 

“And there you have it, Superman is officially off the market. Have a gorgeous night, lovebirds,” she said cheerfully, shaking yours and Henry’s hand as her time ended. 

As Brendan and the event staff surrounded and led you to the entrance of the building, you and Henry deflated and shared laughter, leaning into one another, happy that the public display was all over. Brendan handed you both your masquerade masks and you helped each other put them on, the leather covering his face leaving you melting as he delicately secured your own diamond mask to your face.

Once directed to the main ballroom, you spent the next hour mingling with celebs and socialites, drinking expensive champagne and wine, and snacking on hors d’oeuvres. You were dragged to the dance floor for a couple of songs before Henry secretly led you away, up a red velvet staircase to a private balcony that overlooked the entire ballroom. 

“Wow,” you gasped, looking over the railing at the crowd below. 

His chest met your back, lips dropping to your shoulder as he said, “It’s time.”

Sucking in a breath, you turned and handed him your clutch, watching in anticipation as he retrieved the final plug and a sample packet of lube. He gently turned you toward the railing, heavy hand pushing your shoulders forward until you were leaning over, elbows on the rail and ass on display for him. 

Smoothing your dress up and underwear down, thick hands splayed your cheeks. A single fingertip swirled around the base of the plug, working the outer muscle before finally wiggling the plug free. 

Even with the sound of the ball you could still hear his groan of approval as your empty asshole fluttered around nothing, a slight gape inviting him in. His tongue sent a zap of shock and arousal through you when it met your puckered hole. Face pressing into your ass, Henry’s mouth worshiped your hole, fucked in and out and left you writhing in pleasure. 

As the room below you swirled in lively bliss, Henry doted on your ass and slid the final plug into you, watching in awe at the way you gave in to the stretch and burn. 

“Jesus Christ, Henry, I don’t know how long I can keep going. I-I might come,” you panted as his mouth worked up your spine to your ear. 

“No you won’t. You’re too perfect.” His words caught you off guard and his eyes tenderly caressed your face. “I’m glad you’re here, sweetheart. I’m so thankful you’ve let me love you.”

You were engulfed in his arms a moment later, and you lean into him that much harder, small hands grabbing at his big back. A moment passed and he pulled back just enough to catch your lips on his, lick his way into your mouth and share the moment with you. Before you could get too carried away, his lips broke away and left you practically begging for more. 

He watched in amusement as you let out a needy whine, your eyes going wide at something behind him. Curiously, he turned and found the offending object, a portrait of Jesus on the Cross painted on the wall above the private booth you’d just defiled. 

“Oh my God, I’m going to hell,” you groaned, burying your face in your hands. 

Henry laughed darkly, voice deep enough to leave butterflies in your stomach. “Let’s go to hell, then. Together.” 

On the brink of a horny death, you let out a guttural groan of arousal and let him whisk you down to the ballroom again. Moving in his arms, he led you around the dance floor in a passionate rhythm, the tension finally pushing him to say his goodbyes and take you back home.

In the back of the limo, you couldn’t keep yourselves apart. Barely able to breathe, the two of you refused to slow down, just kissing and grinding together that much deeper. Heat grew between you, left you hot and had Henry already getting sweaty. By the time you stumbled out of the car back at his house, your hair and makeup were a mess. 

In record time, you were slung over his shoulder and marched into the house, only set down when you were half way into the large living room. Big hands wrapped around your wrists, stopping your efforts to rid him of his suit before you could even try. 

“Go to the room and get comfortable, I’ll be right in.”

Rushing to the bedroom, you took a minute to take off the smudged makeup and let your hair down before sitting at the edge of the bed. Sure enough, a minute later Henry appeared, already down to his pants and boxers. Finally stripping out of both, his thick cock sprung free, and he spit down on his shaft before shooting you a dirty grin. Stroking his cock as he approached, you crawled backward up his bed, stopping in the middle while he stood at the foot, eyes tenderly dragging along your naked body. 

“You’re so gorgeous, Y/n,” he sighed earnestly. 

A blush warmed your cheeks as he climbed up and walked on his knees, pushing your legs open to fit himself between your thick thighs. Heat cloaked you as he dropped his chest against yours and kissed the breath out of you, hips grinding his hard dick through your wet lips. 

“Want me to fuck this wet pussy before we get to that glorious ass?”

His deep, throaty voice made you shiver and moan, head shaking side to side. “Fuck my ass, Daddy. Wanna feel you there.”  

Henry groaned and kissed you roughly, tongue dominating yours as he made his way down your body, stopping to pay attention to each russet hued nipple before landing between your shapely thighs. He didn’t spend long laving at your wet pussy, but by the time his talented mouth left your body you were on the edge of an orgasm. 

When you were instructed to turn over, you settled on all fours, gently shaking your ass up at Henry. He rewarded you with a few slaps, strong hands massaging the warm flesh before he found the base of the plug and worked it free. 

Before you could beg for him, his fat tip was pressed against your hole, the lubed skin slowly pushing at your entrance. 

“Tell me you want me.”

A needy moan fell from your lips at the rasp of his voice, and instead of giving him a proper answer, you pressed your hips back against his, swallowing his thick tip with your tight hole. Henry grunted and gripped your hips, too enamored by the way you felt to reprimand you. All he could do was move, pull you back as he pushed forward, and hiss as your body sucked him in to the hilt in one long, wet stroke. 

“Oh fuck!” Your body writhed and shook as his hips met your ass, the pleasure and build up finally consuming you in ecstasy. 

Words of encouragement and slaps to your ass filled the air as you worked yourself on his dick, pussy fluttering around nothing and asshole clamping down on him as you cried out like a whore, ass filled with his cock and your dark hair tangled in his hands. 

“That’s it, sweetheart.” 

He bucked hard against you, sturdy thighs clapping loudly against the back of yours with each thrust. Your body swayed with his movements and his teeth landed on your shoulder as he fucked you raw and nasty, fingers toying with your clit to make sure you kept on cumming the rest of the night through.

  RPF Tags:  @akshi8278​ @becs-bunker​ @jelly-beans-and-gstrings​ @ @plaidstiel-wormstache​ @sandlee44​ @smoothdogsgirl​ @thing-you-do-with-that-thing​ @wonderless-screwup​ @youre-my-grxvity @mariekoukie6661​  @crashdevlin​ @gingerkittenmistress​  @songsofcatharsis

[ushiwakaout]

Lead Singer! Tamaki Amajiki with tattoo artist & lead guitarist S/O || MHA

Genre: Rock Star AU || Fluff || Self-Indulgent angst ||

⚠️ Warnings: Drug Use || Nsfw || Orgy || Mommy kink? ||

Words: 2k+

A/N: very self indulgent bc i love rockstar aus i’ve never seen one of tamaki so here it is! 

Gender Neutral Reader

Dude, don’t even get me started

HE SINGS LIKE JESSE THE GUY WHO SING SWEATHER WEATHER AND DADDY ISSUES

Can you imagine his singing devils advocate, holy shit he’d look so good MA’AM PLEASE

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT HE WOULDN’T DRESS LIKE HARRY STYLES 

He’s still shy and still has stage fright the first few times but your his lead guitar player (dated before the band was together)

Mirio is on the drums while Nejire is the bass player

It’s so hard not to pounce on him once he gets into his music like wow 

ESPECIALLY IF HE SUNG DEVILS ADVOCATE

You guys wear a matching matte black rings and people assume you’re married, y’all never say no so you’re gonna let people assume bc you’re fine with it.

You used to be a tattoo artist so many tattoos Tamaki has or will have, it’s done by you, he won’t want 

After every set he’ll either kiss you or your hand, it just depends if you go straight into the next set or not

He sings pretty boy dedicated to you bc if it where all to end, he’d be okay if it was by your side

The fans either ship you or they don’t 

It’s a little hard thinking that people don’t think you’re a good match but Tamaki always says that you’re his angel and he’d never fall in love with anyone else bc you’re his soulmate 

Some fans ship him with mirio and they both think its funny bc they’ve been best friends since they where kids so they don’t have a problem

But Tamaki does not, DOES NOT like it when they ship him with Nejire. Not that he doesn’t like her bc she, along with mirio, got him out of his comfort zone a lot (in a good way). 

He sees the way you’re smile fades when you see a post about their ship, people saying that they look good and all. It’s gotten to a point of wanting to break up with Tamaki just to make a handfull of fans happy

You’d do anything for his music to rise up the ranks, even if it meant losing your relationship

You’ve gone to mirio sobbing about this, it kinda hurt Tamaki that you didn’t go to him but you just couldn’t face him without the reminder of those stupid post

There was one day where a post said “look at the way he looks at her, he looks at her like he’s in love with her.” You looked at the picture for a long time and didn’t even realize the water works

You didn’t really mention it to anybody but when tamaki sang pretty boy, everyone could tell that it had a different feel to it

the set was over and before tamaki could look at you, you had already gone off the stage and ran towards the back locking yourself into the bathroom and kinda just letting it all out

god you hated this feeling, the ache in your chest 

Tamaki basically broke into the bathroom and froze when he saw you crying. He was so worry and so angry at the same time.

You both ended up crying on the bathroom floor together proclaiming your love for each other in such a snotty mess that it ended in laughter.

After that incident there was a long thread tweet of Tamaki explaining politely why he doesn’t like when people ship him with someone else other than his s/o or mirio (bc you don’t mind it either) people could tell that he was angry through the tweet and it was a lil scary bc tamaki DOES NOT GET ANGRY 

anygays- angst is over, sorry very self-indulgent. 

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN DOESN’T SMOKE DUE TO ANXIETY 

You guys have 21+ concerts bc it’s those type of concerts where u can smoke weed legally and drink

SHOT GUN SMOKE WITH TAMAKI HOT HOT HOT

Tamaki’s a lil high so he does it with mirio too and u end up doing it with nejire (your relationship def gets a lot better after the whole shipping situation bc yall talk about it and nejire ends up outing herself to you guys as a lesbian)

so if you’re a girl, Tamaki will def. tell her to watch herself when it comes to his girl but if you’re a dude- you guys are like oh... cool, good for you.

MMM  tourbus sex

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT AS A BAND YALL DIDN’T DO SOMETHING TOGETHER

you don’t Nejire anywhere near Tamaki tho, def a small cat fight while it happens 

TAMAKI GOT REALLY JELOUS WHEN MIRIO KISSED YOU OH MAN

Tamaki def fucked you several times while Mirio was listening bc TAMAKI WANTS HIM TOO KNOW WHO YOU BELONG TOO (cannon amajiki is a bottom and probably a pillow prince but fannon tamaki is a switch but in my head in this au TAMAKI IS A HARDCORE TOP)

Several occasions where you have to sit down during concerts bc tamaki ruined you minutes beforehand

FOR A FUCKING FACT yall do it in the dressing room and he just cums inside you and slips you’re underwear back on minutes before set AND U HAVE NO TIME TO CLEAN YOURSELF SO YOU’RE LIKE FUCK

mmm i love me some dom tamaki

Okay lets get to award shows

B E S T D R E S S E D C O U P L E A W A R D 

its something like this:  female / male

if y’all win something tamaki will NOT speak, way too many people are looking at him at the moment and he almost died during the pictures. 

“some many flashing cameras”

holds your hand tighter and y’all ask to get escorted out 

If y’all live together like only you and him, you’re house def is the definition of dark decor

if you guys every do get married, you aren’t getting a live band, everyone thought you did but it turns out it’s you guys in wedding attire- they love it.

Also very small wedding, somehow able to hide it from the pap and its like 50 people or so, mostly friends and like 1/3 family

100% LIKE PEWDIEPIES WEDDING. very very private but very nature/dark decor 

do y’all get wedding tattoos. yes. but not matching, not really.

do y’all tattoo each-other at the wedding... yes.

on your ring finger you have a sun and he has the moon.

you are the light that guides his threw the darkness  and he is your sun, always lighting up your life you know bc the sun lights up the moon

y’all just love eachother sorry

you don’t break up and y’all don’t expect to

BABIES Fem version

do you still play while pregnant yes

are people surprised, yell yeah

you gotta sit down tho bc your feet are killing you 

around the 6 to 9 month mark, the band goes on a break tamaki ends up going solo for a bit during the break and he makes you sing with him AND WOW do you get a larger fanbase bc of it. yes

angelic voice of a pregnant mother

it made tamaki horny, like how the fuck are are you so fucking great at fucking everything please let me fuck you god please

will whine, WILL CALL YOU MOMMY god yes

BABIES Male version.

Yall really wanted to adopt w one baby but the baby you liked had a twin so youre like HOW CAN U TAKE ONE AND NOT THE OTHER

they are twins but ones a boy and one is a girl

god you love them with all your heart

BABIES IN GENERAL (fem version yall have twins too, boy and girl)

they grow up to be band geeks, yall love it but your boy learns piano and the girl ends up playing the guitar (def not the outcome you guys thought it would be but you really dont care)

Let set names Mizuki for a girl, Haru for a boy. (legit beautiful moon and the sun)

Mizuki is very alternative meets fairy academia/ loves plants. probably a baby witch: has the same attitude as Tamaki

Haru is Dark Academia meets city pop / loves record, old gadgets and reading books: very much more like their other parent 

If y’all ever retire to just making music at home the kids are def. gonna take the band name and just put “The new gen” after it. You guys make fun of them for being unoriginal and they get pouty 

but they had you guys crying the first time they got a gig. they both sing, make music like billie and finneas and y’all just so proud. 

when you guys start getting older they will take you to award shows as their date to flex the fact that they are gen celebs who actually made something off of their parent success unlike some people

y’all just flex you’re kid bc they doing so well

just for shits and giggles (kids are like 22 at this point, you guys are like 46) :

Haru would probably get a girl pregnant during a one night stand and end up in a baby daddy situation

Mizuki probably steals Tamakis weeb and smokes it w lavander, you catch her and you’re like.... is it good? mother/father daughter smoke sesh

Haru is like “where’s mom, i need her to run by some notes- are you guys smoking? I’m telling dad.”

“It’s not like you’re dad doesn’t smoke either.” 

Haru and Mizuki are like “WHAT?! SINCE WHEN?!” 

“Since always... how’d you think he got over his stage fright? It’s not like i could go down on you’re dad every time before a concert to lift his nerves.”

Fake gagging from the two kids. 

You guys a def the parents who kinda don’t care about your image but you don’t let your kids go off easy

They are good kids who kept good grades and never got caught while doing trouble- so they are well respected and have liberty to do what they like.

There ends up being an article about your family and the cover is you guys- all of you with your nails painted and eyemakeup

very very controversial interview with strict and non liberals calling you guys bad parents and such

and you guys also talked about the topic about how you cared for your children. explaining that you guys stopped smoking, stopped drinking, kept a healty diet until they where 15. once they became 18 it was a very open enviroment, letting your kids grow the way they want and not suffocating them. not shoving down their beliefs and likes- they grew up the way they wanted to with the care of their parents.

parents kinda hate you ngl, yall too great sksksksk

yall also play the game where they ask you questions and if you don’t answer you have to take a shot

Mizuki: “Oh ew, please don’t answer this question... Have you ever had- *clears throat* have you guys ever had sex while we where in the house

Tamaki gets all red and shoves a shot down your throat and now you don’t get to answer “But I wanted to answer!” Haru is cringing hard and he takes a shot himself “You guys are gross”

Haru asks a question and just HATES IT “Oh god... Okay- Only because I wanna know I’m asking parent number 2 (you’re parent #2) Is the rumor of you guys doing the dirty with your band true. Did you guys have an orgy.”

You start to laugh your ass off but Mizuki and Tamaki are looking at eachother bc they cant believe they’ve done this Haru def is out of his shy bubble and now Mizuki has it

“You want a shot papa?” She asked tamaki, he just nodds and she fills it to the brim, “I think thats enough.” But before he’s able to reach for it, She shoots it down and put another one full for him

“Oh yeah, that’s true. Kinda i guess, it wasn’t really an orgy- It was more like two couples doing it in the same room while doing it but you’re uncle mirio did kiss me.”

Kids: Forever gagging

Tamaki: Forever blushing

You: Ah sweet memories :)

Request are open! You can request anyone from My Hero Academia (low key wont write for tsu or uraraka. Will not write for mineta), Haikyuu, Attack on Titan or Balance Unlimited!

[emospritelet]

Heatstroke - chapter 5

Neither of them is in the mood to kiss and make up right now, but I managed to fit most of the prompt in :)

[AO3]

x

Lacey watched Mr Gold stalk off, leaving drips of her mojito in his wake and with an air of wounded dignity hanging around him like a black cloud. She was still breathing hard in her fury, her heart pounding, and she went back inside to make herself another drink. Damn good rum I just threw over him. Bastard. Pervert. Of all the nerve, taking my underwear and trying to blame it on the bloody cat!

She mixed her drink, adding rather more rum than she had the first time, and telling herself she deserved it. Her dinner was cooked, but she decided to leave it in the pan for ten minutes while she sat outside and wound down with a drink. Assuming her pervert neighbour wasn’t hiding in the bushes waiting to ogle her.

She went back outside, taking a seat on the porch and looking out over the rear garden. Darcy was sitting in the middle of the overgrown lawn, one leg in the air as he washed himself amongst the weeds. The garden was a mess; she supposed she should really see about tidying it up a little. Perhaps Storybrooke had a resident gardener who would cut grass and pull weeds. No doubt the person to ask for a recommendation was the guy who owned most of the property, but if she never saw him again it would be too soon. Even if he was interesting to look at naked.

Lacey took a drink and set down her glass, eyes straying to the padded envelope he had thrown at her feet before striding off. After a moment, she bent to pick it up, spying a familiar pair of panties poking out of the top. She upended the thing on the table, and out fell her missing underwear. Even the fuchsia bra. At least he brought it back, I guess. Welp. I’m either throwing this in the laundry or lighting it on fire, which is it?

She poked the underwear with a finger, frowning suspiciously. No evidence that it had been - tampered - with. No evidence that he’d worn it around the house, although she had to admit she probably wouldn’t have been able to tell. No evidence that he’d used it to crank one off, either. And given her appalling taste in men, all of it had no doubt—at some point—been pressed against something even less appealing than a middle-aged underwear thief. Lacey nodded firmly.

“Laundry it is,” she said decidedly. That bra was expensive.

She settled back in her chair, picking up her drink and turning her gaze back to the garden and musing over her plans for the weekend. Ruby had invited her to the local club the following evening, and she was looking forward to seeing what Storybrooke had to offer in the way of nightlife. Not much, if the size of the town was anything to go by, but it would beat sitting indoors staring at the walls.

x

Gold had spent Friday evening and most of Saturday in high dudgeon. He had stripped off his suit and shirt when he got home, shoving it in a bag for the dry cleaner, and had showered to get the stickiness off himself. He hadn’t felt like cooking anything too fancy, and had instead sat around in his silk robe, drinking one whisky after another and brimming over with righteous indignation. Bloody woman. Didn’t even give me a chance to explain. And when I did she looked at me like I was lying through my teeth.  

The encounter had put him in a foul mood, and the residents of Storybrooke seemed to pick up on it. Unfortunately, for many of them it was rent day. He dealt with their payments with as little interaction as he could manage, and locked up the shop at six, making his rounds of the businesses that were open in the evening.

Gold had interacted with his new neighbour precisely twice, and on both occasions had ended up with a drink thrown over him. So entering The Rabbit Hole and finding her at the bar with Miss Lucas automatically made him pause. The two of them hadn’t seen him, and so he kept to the shadows as he approached the bar, tucking in beside David Nolan, who was staring glumly into his beer. Gold leaned forward a touch so that he could see Miss Lucas and his new nemesis. The young woman was talking, gesturing with a hand, the other holding the remains of a drink. The sight made his eyes narrow.

“...so I threw my mojito over him,” she finished. “Can you believe it? ”

“That’s - that’s gross!” said Miss Lucas. “Are you sure it was him? I never had him pegged as a pervert.”

Gold felt his jaw tighten. So. She hadn't believed him when he told her that the cat had been stealing her underwear. So be it.

“He brought me my panties in a bloody envelope!” insisted the woman, holding her thumb and forefinger a hair’s breadth apart. “I was this close to lighting it on fire! My best bra, too! For all I know he used it as a wank rag!”

Miss Lucas burst out laughing, and Gold ground his teeth, feeling anger simmering away inside him. He was tempted to turn around and walk out again, but decided he’d be damned if he let her chase him away every time they met. He leaned on the bar, catching the eye of the bartender, who gave him a nervous nod.

“Whisky,” said Gold evenly. “And the rent.”

The barman gulped, picking up on his mood and turning away to pour a whisky. He set the glass down and hurried off, and Gold picked it up, taking a sip. He kept an ear trained on the two women along the bar from him, thankful that Nolan was keeping him hidden from them.

“In some ways it could have been worse,” Miss Lucas said. “If it had been one of the knuckle-draggers in this place, they wouldn’t have stopped at underwear theft.”

The young woman snorted.

“I can handle myself,” she said. “Oh, but don’t ever leave me alone when drunk, okay? I make terrible choices.”

“Understood.” Miss Lucas reached for her drink. “Gotta say the pickings are pretty slim in Storybrooke at the best of times.”

The young woman shrugged.

“Another rum and coke and I won’t care too much,” she said, and took a swig of her drink. 

Gold sipped his whisky, and the bartender returned with an envelope full of notes.

“It’s all there,” he said hastily, and Gold nodded, taking the envelope and tucking it into his jacket pocket. If it wasn’t, there’d be hell to pay. He drank the last of his whisky, setting the glass down on the bar.

“I’ll take a rum and coke,” he said, and the bartender blinked. Gold raised an eyebrow. “Something you don’t understand?”

“No, no.” 

The bartender turned away, grabbing a glass and starting to prepare the drink. David Nolan took a slurp of his beer, setting down the glass.

“I don’t know why the hell I come in here.” he muttered, almost to himself.

“Lack of alternatives, I imagine,” said Gold dryly. “Of course, you could always stay home.”

“Going crazy staring at the same four walls.”

“Really?” Gold shifted his position a little. “I find the solitude very soothing.”

“Yeah.” Nolan swirled the beer in his glass. “Sometimes being with people makes you realise how lonely you are.”

Gold rolled his eyes, not in the mood for either reflection or self-analysis, and Nolan drank the last of his beer, setting down the glass and nodding to him before walking out. He was replaced by Dr Whale, who ignored Gold in favour of eyeing Miss Lucas and her friend.

“Whose round is it?” asked Miss Lucas.

“Mine, I think. You almost done with that?”

“Almost. Just starting to get a buzz, so let’s not let it die. I came here to forget my past mistakes by making brand, spanking new ones.”

“Hey, if there’s any spanking to be done, at least save it for the bedroom.”

The two women chuckled, and Gold drummed long fingers slowly on the bar as he waited. The bartender set down a tall glass in front of him, cubes of ice and a slice of lime stacked up and filled with rum and coke. He gave Gold a sickly grin.

“Not your usual drink,” he said.

“Oh, it’s not for me,” he said pleasantly. “It’s for the young woman over there.”

He jerked his head to the side, and the bartender’s eyes widened.

“You’re buying a drink for Lacey?” he asked.

Lacey. So that’s her name.

“In a manner of speaking,” said Gold, and put a hand over the glass just as the bartender reached for it. “Don’t trouble yourself, I’ll give it to her.”

He threw down some cash for the drinks, stepping back with the rum and coke in his hand and swivelling on his heels to face the two women, who had finished discussing their poor decision-making and moved back to discussing his likely perversions.

“Makes you wonder what else he’s into,” Lacey was saying.

“It might make you wonder,” said Miss Lucas. “My brain is screaming whenever it tries to go there. What the hell are you gonna do about it, anyway? You live next door, isn't it gonna be super awkward?”

“Well, I guess I can just ignore him,” Lacey said. “Not like we need to interact, is it?”

“At least you don’t pay him rent,” agreed Miss Lucas. “I can’t believe this, I never thought he’d be a pervert. He’s always buttoned up to the neck in those suits of his, and I’ve never even seen him date.”

“That just confirms pervert status,” said Lacey decidedly. "Probably has a sex dungeon and a stash of BDSM porn."

Miss Lucas shook her head.

“I just don’t get that vibe,” she said. “I mean he’s always a stickler for the rent, and I kind of doubt he has a sense of humour, but he’s not a lech, and he’s always been polite. To me, anyway.”

“You sure he hasn’t stolen any of your underwear?”

“I think I’d notice.”

They both chuckled, and Gold took a step closer as Lacey wrinkled her nose.

“I mean, I accept you've known the guy longer than I have, but I gotta say that ever since I found him sunbathing naked I kind of got the feeling he’s a kinky bastard.”

Miss Lucas choked on her drink.

“Ever since you what?”

“Ah, yes...” 

Gold’s lazy drawl made them both jump in their seats and turn to face him, looking an uncomfortable mixture of guilty and nervous. He favoured them with an unpleasant smile.

“You mean the time you trespassed on my property, interrupted a private moment and then threw a drink over me?” he said lightly. “I was going to try to forget the incident, but since you chose to slander me in public...”

He tossed the drink over her, and Lacey shrieked as ice cubes bounced off her chest, one slipping down inside the low-cut dress she wore. She scrabbled at it with a hand, and Gold tried to ignore the alluring curve of a breast as she fished out the ice cube and threw it at his feet.

“Mr Gold!” 

Ruby looked appalled, eyes wide in her face. Lacey’s shock had turned to outrage, and she slipped from her seat, glaring at him with her hands on her hips. In her high heels she could almost look him in the eye, and her glare was blue lightning, stabbing at him and piercing through his skin to burn him to ash. It was almost exhilarating.

“Are you insane?” she demanded, and he met her glare with his own.

“Oh, this is me exercising restraint, dearie, believe me,” he said coldly. “You’ve thrown a drink over me twice, each time for no good reason. You’ve spread falsehoods about my proclivities and slandered my name in this dive of a bar, and hence to the entire town. Consider this payback. And a warning. If I suffer any further indignities at your hands, I will take immediate and devastating action, do you understand me?”

Her mouth had fallen open as he spoke, and a crease of confusion appeared in front of her eyes as he went on. The bar seemed to have gone very quiet around him.

“I believe one spilled drink will be sufficient retaliation for the two you threw at me,” he said, his voice almost a growl. “Cross me again and there will be consequences.”

She was staring at him in silent fury, and he bowed his head a little before striding to the door, anger and indignation making him seethe.

“It was the cat!” she yelled after him, and he stiffened, hunching his shoulders a little.

“Well, I did try to tell you that,” he muttered, and wrenched open the door.

[marvelhero-fics]

Silent Britain

Series - Chapter Two

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You and Tom are working as love interests in a new Scorsese film, essentially leading to be love interests in real life

A/N: I’m sorry this chapter took a little longer to come out! I’ve just been so busy recently and I really wanted to go through and edit it before it was published. Thank you for all waiting patiently and being so supportive of the last two chapters. I hope you’re all enjoying it so far!!

The italics in this story are the readers thoughts!

Word Count: 4,000

Silent Britain Masterlist || Full Masterlist

Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad.

The illusion of time had once again slipped through your fingers. Without any vivid consciousness, you’d made it back to your hotel and stood in front of the giant wall mirror. Your hair fell in loose curls down your shoulder that you’d only done moments ago, framing your face that held a ‘natural’ make-up look, that contained far too much make-up to be considered natural. The only clothes currently covering your figure were your underwear and bra, as you thought over what to wear. The letter addressed to everyone had said the event was semi-formal. Whatever that meant.

After trying on almost everything you’d brought with you, you landed on a small black number. It was a strapless dress that hugged your figure divinely. It was a satin black with a length that went just below your knee, however there was a slit up the right side that showed off most of your thigh. I didn’t fake tan for nothing. You dressed it up slightly with layered silver necklaces, along with a few rings. Finally, topping it off with your black strappy heels. I bet Tom will like this. The thought crashed into your mind out of nowhere. You shook your head and sprayed on some perfume before collecting your purse and invitation.

You were escorted once again by the same driver that took you to set earlier. You gave him the address on the invitation, but he dismissed it, clearly already sure of where he was headed. This time, the drive was actually quite short, and you’d managed to stay focused the entire time. You’d watched as the tall city building began fading and the larger, modern houses began appearing, many of them mainly hidden behind great hedges, or large stone fences. You watched as the neighbourhoods became richer and richer, slightly wondering what it would be like to live a life as glamorous as this. The only really nice house you’d been to was Reese Witherspoon’s. She owned a gorgeous mansion in Los Angeles, and she’d invited the cast of Big Little Lies around for dinner one night. You tried not to freak out too much. However, that was probably the moment you’d really felt your fame beginning to kick in.

The front of the house was guarded by an incredibly large gate, surrounded by a regal stone fence. There was two men waiting by the gate each in a black suit, obviously waiting for the guests to arrive. Your black tinted window was lowered for you. One of the men, the larger, balder one, asked for your invitation. You obliged, and the other man nearer to the gate opened it. The drive-way wasn’t very long, but it was large, there was room for probably 5 to 6 cars to park, along with a garage to the side that seemed to fit 2 or 3 cars. The house was noticeably large from the outside, with an older architectural design. The outer walls were mainly painted white with a dark coloured roofing. Your driver pulled up as close as possible to the door, to which you kindly thanked him and hopped out. The nerves set back in, you weren’t sure how many people had arrived, you weren’t even entirely sure who was coming, other than Tom, of course. You were once again greeted at the door by a larger man in a black suit, you’d concluded this was probably the security for the evening. He opened the door for you, without saying a word. You mumbled a thank you as you entered.

Everything was almost how you’d expected it. A chic, clean design throughout the house. An elegant stairway to the right, with a huge open plan. One of the living rooms was to the left, with the kitchen further down. You were greeted by a familiar face, it was the younger gentleman who’d given you the invitation in the first place. He welcomed you to the event before introducing himself as Donald, stating that he was Martin's personal assistant. He directed you down the large hallway into another of the living spaces. It was passed the stairs to the right. You entered the large room, not knowing what to expect. It was a huge room with incredible leather furniture and a large plasma TV that hung above a magnificent fireplace. The space was opened further as large sliding doors on the back wall opened out to a deck. The flooring inside was dark wooden floors that echoed the sound of your heels as you walked. After noticing the interior design of the place, you finally took notice of the figures scattered through the room. It looked as though most people had arrived.

It didn’t take long to notice the waiter walking around the room with a metal tray that held a few full champagne flutes. You were quick to grab one from him, politely thanking him as you still stood in the doorway of the room. You turned your body slightly, shielding people from seeing the glass in your hand as you bought it up to your lips. You decided it would be a good idea to try and down the whole thing in one go. They do it in movies all the time, right? You quickly got through about ¾ of the drink before the burning sensation really hit your throat. You pulled it away from your mouth, almost spilling the rest of it down your chin. Fuck, how do people do that. You sputtered. The champagne was actually really nice, but the alcoholic after taste is what stopped you. What a stupid idea. Go socialise.

You made your way deeper into the room, scanning where you might be able to stop for a pleasant conversation. Part of you just wanted the floor to swallow you whole. Your eyes quickly found Rachel Weisz and Daniel Craig. You initiated small talk with the pair for the second time today, which began attracting a bigger crowd. Finn Wolfhard, Idris Elba, and Sean Bean all joined the chatter, each introducing themselves to you. On top of all that, you were now starting to feel the small side-effects of that champagne as your eyes began to find it hard to focus. You noticed a few more people joining the circle, some producers and editors had made it to the party too. God, I’m never going to remember all these names.

A hand lightly slid across your lower back, someone’s confident. You sternly turned to see who it was as you were ripped away from the moment in front of you. Just like this morning, you were greeted with a large grin and curly brown hair.

“Hi (Y/N).” He greeted, warmly.

“Hi Tom.” You responded, his contagious grin rubbing off on you. You pulled him into an embracing hug, to further greet him.

“I’m glad you’re here.” He finally said as you two broke apart.

“You knew I was going to be here.” You replied, with a questioning look.

“Yea, but I almost thought you weren’t going to show up.”

“What would give you that idea?” You pressed.

“Well, you seemed pretty nervous at the meeting today.”

“Oh, I’m glad I gave off that impression.” You joked, all your tense muscles beginning to relax. Tom laughed at your response.

“It’s okay. I was super nervous the first time I did one of those meet up things, too.” He assured you.

“When was the first time you had to do it?” You queried.

“Like, late 2014. I had to do it for Captain America; Civil War. It was a pretty huge cast and they’d all been in Marvel movies before, except for me. And plus, I was like 18 at the time. It was super overwhelming.” Tom explained. You found yourself almost getting lost as he spoke, like some sort of trance. You wanted to sit and listen to him speak forever. It’s probably just the alcohol.

“How’d you get through it?”

“Robert Downey Jr was a huge help. He kinda took me under his wing, and mentored me through all of it. When someone that famous starts paying attention to you, it makes the whole thing surprisingly less daunting.”

“So, what you’re saying is, I need to make Tom Hardy my mentor.” You stated, confidently. Earning another chuckle from Tom. His smile expanded hugely when he laughed, forcing the corners of his eyes to crinkle up and his head to push back slightly.

“Good job picking the most threatening guy in the room.” He replied, laughter still escaping his lips.

“You think so?”

“Look at the guy! He huge! He’s built like a brick shit house!” Both of you now giggling away at each other. The alcohol in both of your systems seemed to be working.

“I thought I was the most threatening guy in the room!” You interjected.

“Yea, all 5’6 ft of you.” He wittily replied.

“No, seriously. Wanna know who I think the most threatening person is?” You grabbed Tom’s suit covered arm and turned his body to the right. “Christian Bale.” You continued, without even giving Tom time to guess. “I mean have you seen American Psycho?” Both of you now facing where Christian stood on the other side of the room. Without consciously realising, you arm slipped around his, now interlinked together as you tried to not obviously stare at Christian.

“Of course I’ve seen American Psycho, it’s a fucking great film.” Tom exclaimed back, tensing his bicep as the two of you squeezed your linked arms together. I guess we both get a little too friendly when we’re drunk.

Your eyes widened and grin expanded as you looked up at him with a questioning glare.

“No. I mean-” Tom stuttered slightly. “The cinematography is great and the acting is fucking incredible, but obviously the story is pretty fucked up.” He added, peering down at you. Considering your bodies were held side-by-side, your faces ended up very close to each other. God, that cologne. You had to bite down on your lip to not audibly moan, he smelt so fucking amazing. There was a clink of metal against glass, silencing the chatter amongst the room.

“If everyone could please head into the dinning area, dinner is being served!” Martin announced.

The group of you slipped into the dining area, Tom sticking close to your side. You actually felt a lot of comfort having him close to you, making you feel as though you weren’t as lonely as when you’d arrived.

There was no particular seating arrangement around the extended dining table, everyone simply found a space and sat down. You’d managed to secure a seat with Timothée to your right, and Tom sat to your left.

“Hey, I don’t think we’ve had the chance to meet yet. I’m (Y/N).” You spoke to Timothée. The mixture of alcohol and Tom’s contagious confidence swirled in your mind.

“Oh yea. Nice to meet you. I’m Timothée.” He replied, his voice was soft and welcoming.

“I’m actually a big fan. I’ve seen heaps of your work.” You began, “I absolutely loved Beautiful Boy. I’ve always wanted to work with Steve Carell.” Timothée’s eyes lit up, and you began your in depth conversation about how much you both adored Steve, most of your love stemming from the fact that The Office was your favourite TV show.

It didn’t take long before your entree was served. The waiter informed you it was ‘peppercorn-crusted short ribs with lemon, olives, and radishes’. You thanked him as you stared in awe at the plate in front of you. The smell of the deliciously cooked meat hit you first, then the incredible colours of the plate, from the green of the garnish, to the yellow of the lemon, and the pink of the radish. You weren’t really used to fine dining.

You took no time to dig into your meal. “This is so nice.” You conveyed to Tom.

“I know.” He responded, eyes wide and mouth full. “There’s this amazing restaurant in central London that does food like this. I’ll take you there sometime.” He added, almost absentmindedly. Take me to dinner? Is that an offer for a date?

“Sounds good.” You simply replied. Moving to take another bite of your food.

You continued to chat to Timothée, sparking conversation about working with Robert Pattinson, Tom decided to join too. The three of you continued chatting and laughing as your main courses were brought out. It was once again introduced to you, ‘braised chicken with hazelnut and chilli paste with a turnip and wild mushroom bake’. It was difficult being polite and waiting for everyone to get their food before you could begin eating. Everything looked and smelled amazing. This really was the life of the rich and famous. Having all these beautiful meals catered and served to you in your own home. God, I could get used to this.

Conversation flowed easily throughout the table. People joking about ‘who would win in a fight between Batman and James Bond’, or people discussing ‘Venom and Spider-Man being in a movie together’, in which Tom Holland was very eager to talk about. You even had the chance to talk to a few more actors, including Anthony Hopkins. You essentially just told him how much you loved his work, and how grateful you were to be working with him on this film. He replied stating that him and his wife were huge fans of Big Little Lies, and you just about fainted on the spot.

Next was dessert. It was simply ‘authentic Italian tiramisu’. It looked nice and clean on the plate, with the lightest dusting of cocoa powder. I wish I saved more room for dessert. Just as everyone was about to begin eating, Martin stood up and began a speech.

“First of all, thank you all for being here tonight.” With that line, you peered around the room. It finally began to sink in how surreal this all was. You were sitting in Martin Scorsese’s dining room with actors that you’d only dreamed of meeting. I guess I’ve finally made it.

Martin went on to state that the tiramisu was due to his Italian culture, and that he’d never really done a British film before, but he was so excited to do Silent Britain with this cast. And with that, he told everyone to dig in.

The chatting and laughter continued in the room, however your conversation just focused on Tom.

“Well, I was born and raised in Reading, but I’ve moved into a little house in Wimbledon now with a friend because it’s so much nicer living close to central London.” You explained.

“I live in Kingston!” Tom exclaimed back,

“Holy shit. We’re practically neighbors.” You laughed in response. You exchanged the streets you both lived on, and found out you actually lived about 10 minutes away from each other. What a coincidence. The two of you talked about the best places to get food around where you lived, and the best pubs.

“Are you going to finish that?” Tom asked, pointing over at your half-eaten tiramisu.

“No. I feel bad, but I’ve eaten so much already-” before you could even finish, Tom swapped his empty plate with yours, and began eating away at your dessert.

“Thanks love.” He stated, cheekily.

“How can you eat so much?’ You laughed back,

“I had to get really skinny for the last role I did, and I was deprived of good food for so long, so now I’m trying to fatten up again and just eating whatever I want.”

“‘Fatten up’” you mocked, “I’ve seen the Spider-Man movies, you’ve never been fat.” You chuckled.

“Well, then I’m trying to bulk up. Whenever I go to the gym nowadays I can’t do half the shit I used to be able to do when I was training for Spider-Man.”

“I love going to the gym. We should work out together.” You smirked. This delicious champagne is giving me far too much power. Tom turned towards you, looking you up and down only slightly.

“We definitely can’t go to the gym together.” He responded, washing down his last mouthful of tiramisu with some beer.

“Why not?” You asserted back.

“Because you’d be way too much of a distraction.” Tom stated, his voice darker than before. Every fibre of your being told you to take him to the bathroom and slam him up against a wall right now. But, obviously, that’s a little rude.

“Your loss, Holland.” You replied, just above a whisper, with a flirtatious smirk.

You could tell by the movements around you that the night was coming to an end. The table was being entirely cleared, people were picking up their bags and putting their coats on. You lifted your handbag off the ground below your seat and swung it over your shoulder. As you stood from your chair, you tried your best to hold your stomach in. I shouldn’t have worn such a tight dress.

“Where are you headed?” Tom asked, throwing his suit jacket on.

“I’m staying at the Four Seasons.” You replied,

“Me too.” He looked at you, almost as if you’d just blown his mind. “We should get a lift back there together.” He added.

“Sounds like a good idea.” You smiled, your body closed the gap between the two of you and you grabbed the collar of his jacket to fix it for him, so it wasn’t sticking out. He beamed down at you.

“Thanks love.”

The two of you went over and graciously thanked Martin for hosting tonight. “Make sure you two get to know each other before filming! I want the chemistry to look real!” Martin expressed, to which you and Tom chuckled. That definitely won't be a difficult task. You both said good-bye to a few others that you’d talked to throughout the night and strolled out the door.

Tom quickly went over to one of the many black SUVs lined up outside, opening the back door for you. “Thank you.” You smiled at him as you hopped in. You told the driver where to go and the ride began.

“Was Robert Downey Jr’s parties anything like that?” You questioned, turning your body on the seat to face Tom.

“Honestly, Robert’s parties are way more extravagant than that. He likes to go really over the top with them. I’ll take you to one one day.” Perfect. Another date.

“Have you got more Marvel movies to make?”

“Yea, I’m definitely making another Spider-Man movie, and then I guess we’ll see where my contract goes after that. I’m not entirely sure what the plan is, and Marvel is always pretty hush-hush about everything. Have you ever thought about doing a superhero movie?”

“Yea. I’ve definitely thought about it.” Tom gazed as you with a faint, comforting smile as you spoke. “I’ve just never really found a role to audition for. And I’ve heard they’re a lot of work.”

“They definitely are. The filming goes on forever. But all of the cast and crew are always super awesome people, and they’re always so good at what they do. I feel like being in those films has really elevated my acting skills, you know?”

“Yea, definitely. Being around other incredible actors on set seriously helps.”

“Well, let me know if you ever want me to put in a good word for you at Marvel. They love me over there.”

“Maybe I’ll try play Gwen Stacy, if they ever reprise her in the universe.” You joked.

“I definitely wouldn’t be opposed to that.” The discussion continued all the way back to the hotel. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol, or if Tom was naturally like this, but he would not stop flirting with you. You weren’t helping by doing it back. You even pulled out all the old tricks, like touching his arm, and twirling your hair on your finger. At one point you got extremely close to him to ‘fix his hair’ for him, to which he purposely messed it up so you could fix it for him again.

The driver in the front was probably thankful that the drive had come to an end, considering how much you and Tom were talking.  

You were reminded of how late it was when you stepped out of the car. The night sky was entirely black, however the Los Angeles streets were still lit brightly by street lamps and the multiple buildings. You walked up to the small amount of stairs leading to the entrance of the building. Tom quickly grabbed your arm as you were about to try to walk up them. Your thin heels and and the alcohol in your system definitely weren’t going to be a fair match for these stairs.

“Thank you.” You laughed. You leaned some of your body weight on Tom as the two of you strolled up the stairs and into the building. Once again, your arm stayed linked within his, even though it didn’t have to. It just felt comfortable for the both of you.

“What floor are you on?” He asked.

“6.”

“I’m on 9.” He replied, as the two of you made it to the elevators. He reached out to press the up button, still not letting go of you.

“Can you walk me to my room?” You asked, with a joking pout.

“Of course I can.” The elevator chimed and you both rode up to level 6 together. As you walked down the carpeted hallway, you laughed together about something silly you’d read in the script. The two of you were obviously walking slower than usual, dragging out the time you had to spend together.

Finally, you arm slipped out of his embrace to rummage around your small handbag for the key card.

Once finding it, you slipped it into the door, and pulled it back out with a beep. The alcohol in your system meant you had to apply a little more force to open the heavy hotel door. You held it open with your body as your turned to face Tom.

“Well, this is me.” You smiled lightly, staring into Toms dark brown eyes. “Thank you for walking me up.”

“No problem.” He returned the grin. His gaze fell to your mouth for just a moment, ogling the light reflecting off your glossy lips. He stood close enough to you that you could smell that cologne he was wearing again, you still couldn’t put your finger on exactly what the smell was, other than wealthy. Each of your breaths were deep, a thick tension radiating between your bodies. You twirled with one of the silver rings on your fingers, gulping slightly as his eyesight returned to yours. The flutters in your chest turned to heavy beats, so loud you were sure Tom could hear them too. Your gut was telling you to grab him and stick your tongue down his throat until the two of you would end up messily entangled in each other on your hotel bed, but your head was telling you that really wouldn’t be a good idea.

“I-” you stammered, “I should really go. I have a big day tomorrow,” that’s a lie, “and I should really get a good night's sleep.”

“Yea, of course. I probably should too.” Tom almost sounded defeated.

“Cool. I’ll see you like some time next week.” You pursed your lips together, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

“Yea. I’ll see you next week.” And with that, you fell into your hotel room and shut the door behind you. Your back immediately hit the wall and you slumped down into a pile on the floor. A giant sigh fell from you lips, feeling like all the air in your lungs was drained from you. Shit.

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[tutselutse]

A Little Push

Sooo.... I’m obsessed witht the idea of Emma and Zoey as friends who won’t admit it, and, well, after writing many bants for them, this suddenly had to happen. You can blame @bi-gstupid and @nocoffeeforoldmen for enabling me. 

Content: Zoey/Emma, drinking, casual hook up, mild sexual content, hints of Paulkins in the end bc they are soulmates ok? ----

Thinking back on it, Emma should have known they were heading towards this. However, it still took her by complete surprise when it happened. She glanced to her left, where Zoey was dozing off, with her hair splayed out over all the many pillows, under the sheet that didn’t fully cover her breasts. Huh.

They had been out drinking. A tradition they had developed over the last month and a half. Nora had broken her ankle and while she stayed at home, she had left Zoey in charge. On paper that sounded horrible, but since Zoey now was the boss, she had no one to suck up to, and that made her a lot more tolerable. Emma almost even enjoyed their shifts together. Not fully though, since Zoey and her friends were doing a production of Les Mis and Zoey would sing the Fantine songs over and over. But Zoey was a good drinking buddy. Hot enough to get free drinks and not selfish enough to abandon Emma for just anybody. She held her liquor well and talked shit about the other people in the bar.

Today they had been drinking beers mostly and having a laugh over that customer guy who was interested in Emma and not very subtle about it, but never got the nerve to do more than polite small talk. It was somewhat endearing, and it wasn’t like he was unattractive. Emma kind of enjoyed the polite small talk. He usually let her vent a little over whatever annoyed her that day. Zoey kept insisting she should date him. Or, in her words, totally bone him.

“I’m not gonna bone him,” Emma insisted.

“You’re so boring,” Zoey said and emptied the beer glass in front of her. Then she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Classy. “He really looks like he could use a good roll in the hay.”

“And therefore, I should do it?” Emma asked, eyebrow raised. She lifted her own glass and took a sip.

“You also need a good roll in the hay,” Zoey said with a sly grin. “Finish your beer, old lady. I’m getting us another round.” Then she stood up and left Emma to fume over being called an old lady. The other round turned out to be drinks this time. Then another beer. Another drink.

And suddenly it was the middle of the night and Emma was feeling perfectly drunk and ready to lie down. They emptied their glasses and got up, gathering their things. Outside a light drizzle was in the air. It felt nice and cool on Emma’s face and she stood for a moment with her eyes closed and enjoyed the sensation on her skin. A cool breeze brought out goosebumps on her arms and legs. She felt less tired now.

She opened her eyes and looked up at Zoey. “Wanna split a cab?” she asked.

Zoey looked at her for a moment, an expression in her eyes Emma couldn’t read. Her gaze travelled up and down Emma’s body and she bit her lip. And then, instead of answering, she had stepped forward, leaned down and kissed her.

What the fuck?

Emma froze, taken by surprise by the softness of Zoey’s lips. Zoey pulled back and gave her a questioning look. Almost defiantly asking Emma what she was going to do now. Emma stared at her, lips parted and heart pounding. Then she placed her hand on Zoey’s neck and pulled her into another kiss.

Zoey didn’t hesitate and immediately wrapped an arm around Emma’s waist, while deepening the kiss. She tasted like her last drink – rum and coke – and she smelled nice. Her body was soft and curvy against Emma’s, but there was nothing soft about the way she kissed. It was needy and hungry, with tongue and a hint of teeth. After several minutes of kissing and hands that got more and more curious, Zoey pulled back and with heavy breathing said, ‘I would like to split a cab.”

And that was how Emma found herself in Zoey’s apartment, making out against a hallway closet. It had been ages since she last hooked up with a girl, let alone someone she knew already, but Zoey’s feverish kisses, and hands under her shirt were causing her blood to boil and her body to yearn for more.

They were both still in their Beanies uniforms and Emma started to undo Zoey’s buttons fast and pushing the shirt off her shoulders, exposing creamy skin and a thin lacey bra. She trailed her fingers down the exposed chest, ghosting past the nipples and continuing down her stomach.

Zoey was undeniably hot. Pretty face, and annoying and distracting mouth and nice legs. Her eyelids fluttered as Emma touched her and it was incredibly satisfying to look at. Zoey kissed her again, more urgently, shoving her hand into Emma’s shorts, not even bothering to open them.

They stumbled backwards through the apartment, until Zoey opened what Emma assumed was the bedroom door. Zoey didn’t hesitate, shoving Emma unto the bed and straddling her, sending her a victorious eyebrow waggle.

They ended up having sex for what felt like hours. Whenever one of them was done, the other one took over. It was practically a competition to see who could give the other the most and the best orgasms. Finally, they both rolled away and caught their breaths.

“Sex with women is so fun,” Zoey grinned, lifting her head and resting on her elbow. “I’ve always wondered what sleeping with an older woman was like.”

Emma crossed her arms and frowned. “I’m not that much older than you.”

Zoey just giggled. “You take everything so seriously.” Then she stretched out on her back and closed her eyes. “Goodnight, Emma.”

Well, that was that Emma supposed. She just fucked Zoey from work. Zoey, who was rude and lazy and flirted with customers to get more tips and always sang some new musical theater song or practiced scales. Zoey, who was the only person she knew, who matched her level of shit-giving, who was really hot and a good kisser. Emma hadn’t thought of their bickering as flirting, but maybe it had been. There was some tension between them and now they had acted on it.

She fell asleep after turning around a few times to get comfortable, and woke up to sunlight and an arm stretched out over her. She turned her head and groaned at the sight of Zoey behind her.

“Move,” she said, lifting her arm off.

“Sorry,” Zoey mumbled and rolled away, “I’m used to spooning my boyfriend.”

“Your boyfriend?” Emma asked.

“Sam is kind of my boyfriend. I don’t know. We’re not exclusive, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Zoey answered, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. “He gives good dick. But you were much better at oral,” she winked. Emma rolled her eyes.

“Oh really? The gross cop dude isn’t good at going down on women? I’m shocked,” Emma said sarcastically.

“Was that your way of saying thank you Zoey, you were good too?”

“Thank you, Zooeeeey, you were good too,” Emma mocked. Zoey threw one of her many pillows after her.

“Anyway, I’m glad it’s not weird. You’re an asshole, but I really wanted to fuck you,” Zoey said, standing up and walking naked around her room, picking up discarded clothes. There were a few marks on her from last night.

“Likewise, I guess?” Emma shrugged, “we agree this was just fun, right? Not a big deal?”

“Of course,” Zoey grinned, “sex is no big. Speaking off, you really should fuck the guy from Beanies.”

“But now I have gotten that roll in the hay,” Emma said with a smirk, “so now there is no reason.”

“Babe, there is always a reason,” Zoey winked, pulling on clean underwear. “I just got your machine started again. You’ll wanna get laid again in no time.”

Emma bit her lip as she thought it over. What the fuck was she talking about? “Did you-“

“Oh, fuck you, you gave me hickeys,” Zoey said, inspecting herself in the mirror. Emma smirked.

“And you fucking liked it,” she responded, climbing out of the bed. Zoey had been whimpering and begging for more when she gave them. From the look in Zoey’s eyes, she remembered as well. Emma went searching for her clothes and got dressed quietly. She really needed to brush her teeth. Zoey walked her out, still only dressed in underwear.

“See you at work,” she said, and Emma did finger guns back at her.

“See you,” she replied.

She spent the day sleeping eating greasy carbs and then more sleeping. She woke up to her Monday shift. It was one of the long days and she wasn’t looking forward to it. Zoey was in the break room, grinning when she saw her arrive. She hadn’t buttoned her shirt yet and the hickey was visible. Emma got images of her mouth against Zoey’s skin and her hand between her legs. She exhaled and fought the sudden arousal at the thought.

The customers kept coming, everyone else was clearly as tired and in need of coffee this Monday as she was. Emma noticed several cute girls, with pretty eyes and full lips, in dresses that hugged their curves. She noticed a few men, with sharp cheekbones or nice shoulders. Zoey was right, her machinery had started back up. A customer spilled a little as he took his frappe, and Emma wiped the table down.

“Hi,” a nervous voice said, and she looked up into remarkably blue eyes, “I’ve got an easy one for you. Just a cup of black coffee.”

Emma smiled at him, and it made his whole face light up. She poured him the coffee, keeping an eye on him at the same time. He was tall and cute. She accepted the payment, noticing his impressive full lips and that he had broad shoulders underneath the suit jacket. When she handed him the coffee, his fingers brushed against hers and she felt tingles run from her fingertips up to her elbow.

Maybe Zoey was right?

“I see you in here all the time, don’t I?” she asked, “what’s your name?”

“Paul,” he answered, offering her a small and sweet smile.

“Hi Paul,” she said, “I’m Emma.”

//

[mcsstydia]

I’m yours- Chris Evans

request: ‘Hi darling. What about a smutty with Chris Evans where the reader is younger than him (nothing too extreme) and he gets jealous and a bit insecure when a guy starts flirting with her. Thank you’

and 

‘can you write another au as sweet as the last cevans one but with a lil more smut maybe? I’d love that’ by my love @dun-t

prompt: you meet up with a few old high school friends and bring your boyfriend Chris along. One weird guy makes a move on you, and Chris gets insecure and jealous

pairing: chris evans x fem!reader

WARNINGS: talk of anxiety, jealous! Chris, a little fight, anxious! chris, smut

A/N: forgot how bad I am at writing smut 

words: 2k

Masterlist is in bio!

It was supposed to be a fun night out.

A few of your high school friends wanted to hang out again and wanted to meet up at a bar. You had begged your longtime boyfriend to come with you. Sure, you wanted to meet your old friends again, but you also felt insecure very quickly so you wanted him by your side.

Chris and you both struggled with anxiety from time to time but both of you always managed as long as the other one was with you. 

So, although Chris really could’ve imagined better plans for a saturday night, he came along with you. You were a bit nervous to see everyone again, he could tell. Plus, you were scared people only wanted to talk to you because you were Chris Evans’ girlfriend. 

You slowly breathed out as you gave yourelf one last look in the mirror. Chris came up to you, standing behind you, looking at you through the mirror. One hand on your hip, eyes fixed on the reflection of yours. “You look gorgeous.”, he stated, kissing the top of your head and pulling you a little closer to his body. 

You closed your eyes and smiled in comfort. Your hand gripped his and squeezed it just as reassuringly. 

You were incredibly nervous as the both of you stepped into the bar only twenty minutes later. Your hand still held Chris’, finding comfort only in his touch.

As soon as you found your old friends and they all interacted with you as they did back in high school, you could finally relax. Chris sat by your side the whole time. And although everyone was excited that such a famous actor was sitting with them, Chris only managed small talk. 

Maybe it was the age gap between the two of you, that made it so hard for him to interact with your old friends; ten years was a lot for people whom he didn’t know.

But maybe it was the fact he felt slightly uncomfortable in general. He had a deep feeling that one particular guy was eyeing you-and him- in a weird kind of way. 

No, that was just his anxiety talking, he kept telling himself. He needed you right now. He needed your soothing voice and relaxing touch, but he neither wanted to interrupt your conversation nor get on your nerves.

His thumb caressed the back of your hand ever so gently. You looked at him, worriedly due to him being so quiet. “Everything all right?”, you asked lowly, hand on his cheek in comfort. He smiled at you, wanting to tell you how he felt. But he didn’t want to ruin your night, so he stayed quiet.

He nodded slightly, making you smile in return, when a touch on your shoulder got the attention of the both of you. You looked up and recognised a guy who had been in your biology class. 

You smiled politely at him. “Hey! What’s up?”, you asked nicely. The guy, who was, by the way, the one Chris had a bad feeling about, smirked at you. “Nothing much. Wanna grab a drink?”, he asked. 

You looked at Chris for a second, not realising how tense he was. You squeezed his hand shortly before standing up, nodding. “Sure,”, you replied. You thought it was weird of that guy as well, but you didn’t want to be impolite. Besides, everyone knew you and Chris were together. 

On the way to the bar, your conversation mainly consisted of small talk. Once at the bar and waiting for your drinks, though, the guy, whose name was Charlie, got even weirder.

“So,”, he started, turning towards you. “You and me, huh?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “Excuse me?”, you lightly chuckled, not wanting this to get more awkward. “Please,”, he smirked. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me the whole damn evening,”, he cockily replied.

Now you had to laugh. “What?”, you laughed, almost not believing what you were hearing. “I’m looking at you for the first time tonight and I don’t know if you noticed but I’m literally here with Chris Evans. What on earth makes you think I’m looking at anyone other than my boyfriend?”, you shot back, cocking one of your eybrows at him.

But Charlie didn’t think he was defeated yet. “Oh c’mon, we all know you’re just with him ‘cause he’s famous. I mean, look at him, he’s old.” he retorted. This made an anger aflame in you you didn’t know you had. Your right hand was already halfway lifted to hit him across the face when it was caught by a much stronger hand. 

You whipped around to find your boyfriend standing behind you, one of his strong hands holding onto your wrist. His gaze was fixed on Charlie, who gulped in fear. “Oh yeah, is he?”, Chris retorted. Charlie didn’t dare respond a single word.

“C’mon Y/N, we’re leaving.”, Chris stated, already holding your coat and purse in the hand that wasn’t holding onto your wrist. He then left the bar with you strolling behind him. Only outside did he give you your coat. 

During the whole ride back home, you didn’t know what to say or do. You weren’t certain whether he was angry at you, or only at Charles, or whether he was just sad about what other people said about him. But your biggest fear was that he took to heart or worse, believed, what Charlie had said about the reason you dated him. 

Your thoughts carried you to the darkest places of your mind to the point where you were afraid to lose Chris over this stupid comment of someone you barely knew. 

Chris parked the car in front of the apartment complex of your shared flat. Neither of you had yet said a word. You went into your apartment in complete and utter silence. 

“Chris-”, you began once you were inside, but Chris cut you off. “Did you look at him?”, he asked, looking at the ground before his gaze met yours. “I- What?”, you asked back. You wanted to laugh. It was funny. As if you would look at someone else -especially Charlie- when you had the love of your life right beside you. 

“Did you?”, he asked again, growing more anxious by the second. “Are you INSANE?”, you called out, making him flinch just the slightest. That’s when you noticed. The furrowed, worried eyebrows on your face unknitted themselves. It was his anxiety that was talking to you at this point. Chris knew you would never be interested in anyone but him.

You were about to comfort him when he asked the next question. “Am I too old for you? Are you only dating me because of the fame? Do you even love-”, he wanted to continue, but you had to interrupt him.

It hurt too much to see him doubting everything you had built together. “Chris!”, you interrupted him, taking a step in his direction, you hands softly cupping his face. “Baby,”, you whispered, leaning your forehead against his while caressing his bearded cheeks. You closed your eyes.

“Breathe with me, baby,”, you whispered and slowly breathed in and out. After a few breaths, you pulled away from him just enough to look into his eyes. “I love you,”, you stated. “I love you more than anything else in this world, okay? You know this, I know you know this, so don’t let your thoughts tell you otherwise. I‘m yours. Forever.”, you spoke patiently, tears brimming in your eyes. 

“Thank you,”, Chris replied. You could see tears shimering in his blue orbs as well. “I love you so goddamn much,”, he mumbled just before he leaned in to kiss you.

Your lips welcomed his and engulfed them in a passionate kiss. His lips soon tasted of salt and you felt tears of relief running down your cheeks as well. Your hands still cupping his face, you felt his gripping your thighs. He carried you as though you weighed nothing as you went in for another kiss. 

Your lips met in many slow, but passionate kisses before Chris reached your shared bedroom. He gently laid you down onto the mattress and you pulled him down with you.

Usually, sex with Chris either had a goofy or a rough note. But this was one of the few times where it was so important to the both of you just to be close to each other, where you just wanted to express your deep love for one another, that you didn’t talk much.

Chris started kissing down your neck and your hands found their way into his hair, legs tangled behind his back, pulling him closer to you. Chris began unbuckling your jeans and soon enough one of his hands slipped into your underwear, massaging your clit gently. 

A breathless moan left your plump lips and your hands tugged at his shirt, wanting it off. He let you slip it off him, leaving you cold and without affection for not longer than a few seconds. Once Chris’ shirt had been tossed to the side, he helped you out of yours, leaving you only in your bra.

As soon as his jeans joined the other clothing on the floor, his full concentration was on you again. Before he began kissing you again, though, he just hovered over you, taking in your appearance, adoring everything you meant to him. He didn’t need to say it, you knew him well enough to know what he was thinking. You looked up at him, one hand on his cheek, pulling him down to you softly.

Forehead against forehead, closed eyes, lips locked, fingers intertwined. 

He then began kissing down your neck again, planting kisses all over your body. Chris was gentle, pressing soft kisses onto your breasts once he reached them. He unclapsed your bra ever so slowly, tossing it to the side as well. 

His kisses travelled your body up again and as he reached your neck again, his hand went down to strip you from your underwear. Two of his fingers slided through your folds, before his thumb got back to massaging your clit.

No words were needed, Chris knew your body well enough to know what you wanted. So once you were wet enough, Chris slowly glided inside of you. The both of you closed your eyes for a second out of pleasure before opening them again to be able to look at each other.

His thrusts were slow, but steady. He knew how to make you feel good without being too rough or too rushed. You both just enjoyed the moment so much, and not only due to the pleasure.

You both needed each other as close as possible right now and you both felt how this meant to the both of you. You kept on looking into each others eyes, enjoying the intimacy of it all, loving how you could express your love without having to say anything at all.

When Chris’ thrusts became irregular, his hand slipped in between both of your bodies, applying pressure to your clit so the both of you would reach your highs together. One hand clapsed in Chris’, the other gripped the sheets beneath you as soon as Chris’ thumb pressed down on your bundle of nerves.

It didn’t take long before you could feel the all too familiar knot form in the pit of your stomach, signalising your high was close. You pulled Chris’ face down to yours to kiss his already plump lips again. He then burried his head in the crook of your neck and with one last thrust, he had finally reached his high. This thrust reached your g-spot, sending you over the edge as well. 

After that, for a second, all you could hear was the heavy breathing of the both of you. Chris then pulled out, rolling on his eyes, searching for your eyes to meet his. 

Now it was his hand, that reached up to your cheek, caressing it softly. “I’m sorry for being to anxious. You didn’t deserve that I doubted your love for me.”, he apologised. Your heart ached for him.

“Oh baby,”, you whispered, taking his hand into your and placing a kiss on top of it. “You don’t ever have to apologise for what your anxiety tells you to be true. I’m just relieved that you know I love you.”, you replied, making him smile. He pulled your body into his, kissing the top of your head. “I love you.”

[slashhinginghasher]

Social Engagement for Misanthropes: Jesse Cromeans x Marena Polunochnaya

Jesse Cromeans cleaned up nice, and he damn well knew it. It was one of the first skills he’d cultivated after leaving his shithole hometown. One of the best ways to get money, he’d found, was to look like you already had it. The looks he got from women (and some men) were a welcome (some would say unnecessary) boost to his ego, and a sharp suit could always be counted on to draw the piggies out of their pens. The first few times he’d worn designer had felt strange, like a kid playing make-believe, though after a while it became as natural as breathing.

Now, as he stood in front of the mirror in his walk-in closet and fiddled with a tie he hadn’t touched in over three years, he felt a bit like that broke, backwater kid again.

He didn’t particularly want to attend this event, but it was, unfortunately, somewhat necessary. Spann had called it “proof of life” when she handed him the invitation, an actual, physical piece of paper that had been calligraphed and embossed within an inch of its life. It contained phrases like “humble gathering” and “the pleasure of your company” and had, apparently, been mailed with an honest-to-god wax seal.

Pretentious prick.

Jesse had been to his fair share of “humble gatherings”; you couldn’t conduct real business without them. They were mind-crushingly boring affairs, a slow-moving social dance of caviar, expensive booze, and pathetic attempts at wit. If nothing else, the people-watching was usually interesting. For all their “good breeding”, wealthy families could be far more dysfunctional than the most slovenly of small town homes. Upper class socialites didn’t blink at multi-million dollar checks, but flash a bit of ink and they’d fall over themselves to choke on his cock while their husbands talked golf in the next room. He’d even picked up a piggy or two at a few events, though you had to be extra careful with that (chain of association and all).

But he hadn’t shown his face in public since it had been ripped off and reattached, and some of his business contacts were getting suspicious. Spann’s iron-clad assurances were no longer enough to quell the rumors that Jesse Cromeans had died, or been deposed, and that someone else was running the company under his name. And that just would not do. He’d RSVP’d immediately, memories of Preston’s failed takeover flushing his system with old rage.

At least he’d be guaranteed some interesting company tonight, he thought, smirking at the garment bag draped over the stool next to him as he tapped out a quick text.

💀🖕: COME UPSTAIRS, I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU

Macarena: IF IT’S YOUR DICK I DON’T WANT IT

Jesse chuckled and went back to his tie, certain that either Marena’s curiosity or the urge to insult him to his face would bring her up shortly. He knew bow ties were traditional for black tie events, but wearing a fucking bow around his neck was a concession he’d never been able to force himself to make. Besides, he had a reputation for being… unconventional, and reputation was everything. Satisfied with the crisp Windsor knot, he shrugged on his black waistcoat, secretly pleased with the way it showed off the breadth of his chest.

“You look like a goth pirate,” came Marena’s voice from the doorway. “What the fuck.” As usual, he hadn’t heard her approach. She was the only person he knew who could sneak up on him, which was fun. Made things exciting.

“Haven’t you ever heard of ‘black tie’ before?” Jesse signed with a grin.

“Call me surprised then. Are we done?” In lieu of a verbal response, Jesse tossed the garment bag at her. Marena unzipped it enough to peek inside, then immediately re-zipped it.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Nyet.”

“Can’t go to a gala wearing that,” Jesse replied, looking pointedly at her worn t-shirt and jeans. Marena threw the garment bag back and crossed her arms.

“How sad. Guess I won’t go.”

“Sure you will. I can think of a few things to make it fun.”

“So can I. Like not going.”

“Not an option.” Jesse was struggling to smother his laughter. The stubborn furrow of Marena’s brow was too cute to keep a straight face around.

“Why are you going?”

“Business.”

“And that has what to do with me?”

“You’re my plus one, little wench.” Marena visibly cringed.

“If we’re being pirates, I want a fucking sword. And I don’t mean your dick,” she snapped, cutting him off before he could sign a single word. Jesse’s shoulders shook with a full-body laugh, composure completely shot. He cupped Marena’s face in both hands and kissed her forehead, which he knew she hated, before pressing the garment bag into her hands once more.

“Try to look a little less like a corpse,” he advised, stepping around her to grab his dinner jacket. A litany of Russian curses followed him.

***

Marena’s concession to not resembling a corpse was a violently red lipstick that made it look like she’d been eating human hearts for every meal, which Jesse immediately wanted to smear across her face. The dress was black, of course, with a high collar and long sleeves. It would have covered her neck to toe had she not hiked one side of the skirt nearly up to her hip while she slipped a set of throwing knives into the holster around her slender thigh.

She made a compelling argument for ditching, Jesse thought, feeling a familiar tightening in his slacks. He couldn’t resist smoothing a hand along her exposed leg, fingers coming to rest just shy of her underwear.

“Once this dress comes off, it’s not going back on,” she warned.

“Noted and appreciated. You still have to come to this party.”

“Fuck.”

“Later.” 

Marena said nothing, just glared at him through her curtain of hair - which she had brushed just enough that the messiness looked intentional - and let her skirts fall back down to her ankles. Jesse quickly ushered her out of the room before he could do something ingenious like cancelling all of his commitments for the next month and spending the entire time in bed.

The ride in the Bentley was tense and silent. A sick pit of nerves was brewing in Jesse’s stomach, all too similar to the way his boyhood self felt on the way to school, and that was ten kinds of bullshit. He was a grown man. He was motherfucking Chromeskull. He should not be feeling like a little kid about to face a playground bully. But he was finding it very difficult to push the feeling away. His face looked a damn sight better than it did several years ago, but it would never go back to the way it was before, and he was about to walk into a room full of people who treated a minute blemish like a national scandal. He wanted his mask. He wanted to say fuck it and just keep driving until he hit someplace tropical. He wanted to kill something, to drown his insecurities in blood and adrenaline.

He half-wished he’d flown Asa out to rig the whole venue beforehand in case things went south.

Beside him, Marena was deathly still, one white-knuckled fist gripping the fabric of her skirt. She looked a million miles away, lost in whatever personal hell her own brain was conjuring for her. Jesse reached over and squeezed her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles. It was his version of a concession; a silent expression of gratitude. The fact that Marena didn’t push his hand away was a testament to how anxious she was.

“I still want a sword,” she grumbled. Jesse smiled and chucked her under the chin, which she also hated, and felt the knot in his chest loosen a bit.

***

It wasn’t as bad as it could have been. People stared, of course, but they were too “polite” (which was money-speak for “two-faced”) to say anything to his face. There were far more eyes on Marena, which Jesse both loved and loathed. The women’s jealous eyes tracked her every move like sharks scenting new prey, which was admittedly hilarious to watch; but the barely-concealed desire on the men’s faces sent prickles of possessiveness down Jesse’s spine. He kept his hand glued to Marena’s lower back, low enough to skirt the line of what their current company would consider decent.

If there was one thing the rich understood, it was possession.

“Cromeans!” the host bellowed, arms spread like they were old friends. “Still alive and in the flesh, I see! Some of the lads were getting worried!” A few of the “lads” murmured noises of agreement while the host gave Jesse an overly enthusiastic handshake. Jesse could feel their gazes catching on the eyepatch and the new curl of his lip, and he almost wished one of them would say something, just to give him an excuse to lash out. But the host’s attention wandered over to Marena, whom he foolishly deemed to be a safer topic of discussion.

“And who might this lovely creature be?” he asked, ignoring the sinful glances his wife was casting Jesse’s way.

“No one of consequence,” Marena replied sweetly with a tight, close-lipped smile. The man tipped his head back and guffawed, trying not to wither under the combined weight of Jesse and Marena’s unimpressed stares. He forged ahead anyway.

“You always did have a penchant for… unusual company, Cromeans, I’ll give you that. Tell you what,” he rubbed his hands together eagerly, “I’ve got a bottle of Lagavulin with your name on it in the gentlemen’s lounge. I’m sure Genevieve here can handle your lovely companion for a bit while we talk business.” He beamed benevolently at his wife, who looked as though she’d rather eat glass.

“Of course, dear,” she said, pasting a megawatt smile on her botoxed face. “It’s such a treat to see a new face around here. I’m sure the other girls would love to meet you.” She swept away towards a group of tittering young women draped in diamonds and pearls, Marena following with the stiff spine of a person walking to their execution. Jesse felt much the same way as “the lads” filed into the oak-paneled gentlemen’s lounge.

“Business” was code for the same inane bullshit being discussed in the ballroom, with the addition of whiskey, cigars, and complaints about wives and mistresses. These conversations were usually a goldmine for Jesse. As a mute, he was rarely expected to be an active participant, and the number of weaknesses people revealed when they assumed they were surrounded by allies was astounding. Tonight, though, he was twitchy and bored, distracted by thoughts of Marena stabbing one of those debutante brats through the eye with the stem of a champagne glass. As if on cue, his phone vibrated.

Macarena: I’M GOING TO KILL EVERYONE IN THIS BUILDING

💀🖕: DON’T START WITHOUT ME

Macarena: IT’S CUTE THAT YOU THINK I WON’T TAKE YOU OUT FIRST

💀🖕: AWW YOU THINK I’M CUTE?

Macarena: I WILL RIP YOUR SPINE OUT AND BEAT YOU WITH IT

💀🖕: DON’T TEMPT ME WITH A GOOD TIME BABY ;)

Macarena: THIS FUCKER KEEPS TRYING TO GET ME TO DANCE

Macarena: CAN I KNEECAP HIM

Macarena: I’M GONNA KNEECAP HIM

The little bastard’s kneecaps were spared when a staff member scuttled into the lounge to inform the host of some dire emergency, effectively breaking up the little gathering. Jesse strolled back into the ballroom and spotted Marena at a table near the exit, cornered by a little bitch with slicked-back hair and a greasy smile. The waves of irritation coming off of the girl were palpable and her smile obviously fake, and Jesse couldn’t decide if the guy was too stupid to notice, or was ignoring it because he had that effect on every woman he spoke to.

“Come on, baby,” he goaded, and Jesse could have broken his neck just for that, “it’s just one dance. Didn’t your mother ever teach you manners?”

Marena’s smile froze on her face, and Jesse could practically hear the Kill Bill sirens going off in her head. The barb would’ve worked on any other woman in the room - horror of high society horrors, to be considered ill-mannered! - but for people of Marena and Jesse’s backgrounds, it hit much harder and much deeper.

“No,” she said, rising slowly and deliberately from her seat. “She didn’t.” She turned on her heel, leaving the idiot to gape at the failure of his clumsy manipulation tactics. Jesse grabbed her elbow and she passed and made a beeline for the exit. Not that he didn’t relish the prospect of a bloodbath, but initiating one right now would make future business dealings… complicated.

He memorized the fucker’s face on their way out, though.

***

Marena spent the next few days in a well-deserved sulk, resulting in the destruction of two punching bags and a serious case of blue balls for Jesse. He’d really been looking forward to ripping that dress off of her, damn it. He distracted himself with work and few more personal arrangements. At the end of the week, he tracked her down on the rooftop deck.

“Say your piece and fuck off,” she growled as he stood silently next to her chaise lounge, hands behind his back. She sounded exhausted and looked as though she hadn’t slept in at least two days. Affecting an air of mock seriousness, Jesse moved in front of her and bowed, offering her conciliatory gift on open palms.

“You did not.”

The shashka’s scabbard was a deep midnight blue, with subtle patterns of tree branches embossed in the fine leather. The hilt was smooth, black horn. The blade gleamed in the afternoon light as Marena unsheathed it with a fluid schnick.

“You are the absolute worst fucking person in the world,” she said, the corners of her mouth twitching dangerously close to a smile. A glint of wicked delight sparkled in her eyes as she gave the sabre a few experimental twirls and slashes.

“Only for you, baby,” Jesse replied with a cheeky grin. “Want to test it out?”

***

All it took was a pair of handcuffs and a dark warehouse to really bring out the bitch in some people. The asshole from the party (Jesse really needed to come up with a term for male piggies if this was going to be a recurring thing) had been tied up for barely a day and he was already a sniveling mess. Jesse, on the other hand, was in a great mood. He had his mask, his camcorder, and his favorite knife, and judging by the way Marena was practically purring as she traced her fingers around the shashka’s hilt, he was for sure getting laid tonight. 

The rich bitch didn’t recognize Jesse with his face covered, but his eyes went wide and he started screaming obscenities into his gag when Marena stepped under the light. She yanked the fabric out of his mouth.

“You fucking cunt! You’ll fucking regret this! Do you know who I am? Do you-” All the blood drained from his face when Marena drew the sword and held it to his throat in a lightning-fast move. He swallowed hard, the tip digging in just below his Adam’s apple and drawing a bead of blood. She really was a natural with that thing, Jesse thought as he circled the tableau with his camera. It was hot as fuck.

“Hi,” Marena said.

The man sweated in silence.

“I wanted to go back to our conversation a few nights ago,” she continued. “About my mother.” She let the sword drop to her side and the man relaxed fractionally.

“See, she did not teach me manners, but she did teach me a lot of other things.” She pushed the gag back into place and patted him a couple times on his quivering, tear-soaked cheek. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out a black butterfly knife.

“Lesson one: bleeding.”

[i-need-a-life-from-life-2-0]

Professor Membrane X F!Reader Smut

Ok so I am still thrisy for Membrane rn soo 🤷🏽‍♀️ enjoy. Also low key to tired to think of a title soo

THIS IS SMUT

THIS WILL HAVE FRICK FRACK HAPPENING ALSO UNPROTECTED SEX SO LIKE WRAP THAT SHIZ UP FAM! ALSO DRINKING

I head cannon Membrane speaking Spanish when he’s intimate with someone as a sign of trust so yea 🤷🏽‍♀️( All Spanish will be translated at the end. Also I used Spanish dictionary cause my Spanish teacher said it was way better then google translate soo)

18+ PLZ

(GIF not mine)

“Thank you again Y/N for joining me. I know you aren’t obligated.” The Professor said watching you pull your suitcase as the both of you walk. You smiled and slightly shook your head.

“Mem, it’s no problem! Besides if it means spending more time with you.” Professor sighed looking at the girl. When he invited her to this conference he was hoping she’d refuse. Seeing as she works just as hard as him. This week was her 1 week off.

“I’m aware you like to spend time with me. But this was your one week off, you could have stayed home and relax.”

“And miss spending time with my sexy scientist boyfriend. Nah this will be better” Membrane blushed upon seeing y/n sweet innocent smile. He thanked the stars that his lab coat covered most of his face, concealing the blush.

This was gonna fun weekend.

~Few Hours Later~

“I don’t understand how you can go to these all the time. Just being by your side and hearing all these questions. Whoo makes me want a drink, you want one?” You asked chuckling softly wrapping your arm around his.

“Oh I don’t know.” He said thinking about everything that could go wrong.

“I’m not gonna force you to have a drink but a drink could help lighten up. You’ve been looking a little tense. But there is no pressure.” You told him looking into his goggles lovingly. He looked down at your vibratent (E/C) eyes. He sighed before realizing 1 drink won’t be so bad.

“Alright, your right one drink won’t be so bad.” He said rubbing the back of his neck. You smiled lovingly at him as you slowly turned towards the hotel bar.

“Alright then big guy, I’ll be right back.” You said winking at him. Membrane’s eyes slowly wandered down to the curves of your body. Your (F/C) dress did nothing but help you look sexy. He’s been trying so damn hard to be intimate with you. But either work, the kids, or Clembrane got in the way. Membrane slowly wondered to thoughts of you and him. What you sound like, what you feel like. He was so down the rabbit hole of inappropriate thoughts he didn’t see you return.

“I didn’t know what you want so I took a guess. Hey you ok? You look like lost.” You said holding out the drink. He snapped back into reality and took the drink before clearing his throat.

“I-I’m fine.. Have I told you that your look amazing tonight?” He said looking away from you. You looked at your outfit and laughed.

“This old thing? I’ve had it for years, but thanks! You know you don’t look bad yourself. It’s hard not to be jealous of when you get so much attention.” You said smirking taking a sip of your drink. Membrane quickly took a sip of his drink as well hoping to calm his nerves. You slowly started noticing how he was acting and grew concerned.

“Hey, mem you ok?” Before you can retrieve an answer some of Membranes co-workers came up to him and started talking to him. Slowly feeling yourself getting pushed back you left him for the bar. You sighed and took a seat and took a long sip of your drink. Unknowingly Membrane had his eyes on you. Especially when someone sat next to you and strucked up a conversation. As the man sat next to you, you just continued to drink your drink. Until he started talking to you.

“I hope you don’t mind if I sit here. There isn’t a lot of places to sit.” The man said smiling at you. You shook your head giving a small smile in return.

“Oh no go ahead! I down own the seats or have a name tag on them or anything!” You said trying to make a joke but blushed in embarrassment as it didn’t come out right. The guy laughed and quickly ordered a drink.

“I guess that’s fair. I’m Lee by the way” he told you holding his hand out. You smiled and shook his hand.

“Y/N, so what brings you here?” You asked forgetting about your drink. He laughed nervously.

“My fiancée is a doctor who works for Professor Membrane. But she’s currently talking to other doctor people. I started feeling suffocated.” He said sipping the drink he ordered. You chuckled more then understanding the feeling. He turned back to you and asked.

“How about you? What brings you here?” You smiles and pointed to the crowd surrounding your boyfriend.

“My boyfriend is being mobbed by that crowd so I guess you can say I also felt suffocated. Just needed a minute to breath.” You said drinking your drink again.

You lost track of how long you’ve been talking. But you and Lee sorta had a lot in common and it was refreshing. You both had a few drinks but you knew you went buzzed or anywhere near it. You laughed at Lee’s joke and put an arm in his shoulder to help you not laugh your way in the floor. Just then you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned and smiled.

“Speaking of the devil. Hey Mem! I was just talking about you!” You said smiling up at him. He looked at you and Lee. He was trying very hard to keep his jealousy under control.

“Oh right! Lee this is well you probably know, Membrane this is Lee! His fiancée works for you!” You beemed while looking at him. Lee smiled and held his hand out.

“It’s nice to meet you Professor” Membane politely shook his hand.

“You as well. I hate to cut in but I’d like to go to bed and have my girlfriend join me. Considering we have a long day tomorrow.” He releasing Lee’s hand turning his body to you. You smiled and got off the stool.

“Oh yea of course. It was nice meeting you Lee!”

“Oh you too Y/N!” Lee said waving you off.

It was a sorta awkward walk back to your shared hotel room. There was the arora around him that you couldn’t quite figure out. You couldn’t tell if he was angry at your or tired, or both. You both reached your shared room and he reached in his lab coat pocket and grabbed the room key. He opened the door and let you in.

“Hey Mem? Are you mad at me? Cause I’m getting-“ Before you can finish your sentence you where pushed up against the wall with his lips harshly against yours. A gasp left your mouth allowing his tongue to roam your mouth. His hands firmly on your hips as her grinded against you. He pulled away slowly trailing kisses down your neck.

“M-Mem?”

“No debería estar celoso de él, pero Dios soy” he mumbled against your neck and he started sucking the skin between your ear and neck. Your hands gripped tightly on his lap coat.

“M-Mem we where just talking.. I swear you have no reason to be jealous.” You breathed out trying to calm down the raging fire of arousal. Membrane pulled away and took off his goggles.

“I love you Y/N, I just hate thinking someone can take you away from me.” He said slowly removing his lab coat. You never fully saw what he looked like under his lab coat. He always had it up after he’d kiss you. You noticed scars on his lips and face. That didn’t mean he wasn’t sexy. Nor did it help the burning arousal that was slowly burning your entire body.

“Membrane... I love you too. Believe me when I say this.. I’d never leave you. No one can take me away from you, nor your amazing kids. Now shut up and kiss me again you stupid sext scientists.” You said before grabbing his lab coat again and smashing your lips on his. Membrane pushed his body against yours again and picked you up and slammed you against the wall. You pulled away from the kiss and started kissing all his scars.

“God Membrane your beautiful. I’m so happy I get to see your face.” You moaned moving further down his jaw. His hands started digging into your ass and letting out a low animalistic growl.

“Ten cuidado con mi amor, ya no podré contenerme.” He said deeply into your ear. You moaned before smirked.

“Then don’t. Make me yours Membrane... Remind me why I belong to you.” The moment those words left your mouth a switch flipped in Membrane. He threw you on the bed and crawled on top you. Like a predator hunting his prey. His brown eyes bore into your (E/C) as you saw all the feelings he’s feeling through those eyes. Jealousy, love, and most dominant lust.

“Your so beautiful Y/N... such beauty and it’s all mine.” He said has his hand trailed to the zipper on the back of your dress. You blushed at his comment before reaching up and touching his face.

“I’m all yours big guy.” You lowly mumbbled slowly helping him push down your dress leaving you in nothing but your underwear. You shivered slightly as the cold room air hits your chest.

“No te preocupes mi amor, pronto estará caliente.” He mumbled as his still gloves hand cupped your right breast slightly massaging it. His mouth suddenly attached to your jaw as he slowly kissed and sucked his way down your chest finally latching on to your left breast. You moaned quickly grabbing onto his shoulders tightly. Your body felt on fire. The way he was lovingly touching you and kissing you made you feel like you where in heaven.

“Membrane! Oh god” You softly moaned out as you started trusting your hips up to try to release some friction. Membrane took notice of this and smirked against your skin. His lips left your left breast and started making his way down your stomach and stopped at the hem of your underwear. His eyes looked into yours as if waiting for approval to go on. You nodded and watched him smirked as he pulled your underwear down. You lifted your hips up to help him remove your underwear.

“Oh Dios tu hermosa...” He said staring at your slick pussy. You blushed and resisted closing your legs knowing fully well he can easily pry them open.

“Don’t tease me... Especially when you got me this worked up.” You said slightly stuttered blushing. He let out low chuckle as he pulled off one of his gloves to his mouth and pulled it off. You swore your soul left your body at that moment. He brought up his metal fingers to your mouth. You opened your mouth and slowly started sucking on his metallic fingers as if it was the last thing you will ever do.

“Eres una buena chica...” He said watching you closely. He decided that you’ve sucked them enough and pulled them away. He then slowly teased your now soaking wet entrance. He slowly started pushing in one finger to slowly start stretching you. The feeling of his thick metal fingers painstaking slow moving in and out of you.

“Jesus Mem... please...” you pleaded as you tried to thrust your hips up. He used his free hand to push your hips down and held them there.

“Please what? What is it you want mi amor?” He said huskily looking at you dead in the eyes. You growled at him teasing you like this.

“I want you to go faster please! God please!” You pleaded needing him to just finger you had hard as her can... and he did. He smirked and started roughly thrusting his finger in and out of you and then added another finger making a scissor motion. At this point you where a moaninh mess. Writhing on the bed as pure pleasure that your lover gave you took over. Each time he fingered you the knot in your stomach tightened. Membrane then leaned in and started slowly licked long your pussy lips and lightly licked your cilt. With his tongue and fingers working you over your limit you where just about to get the release you so desperately desired! Untill he removed himself from you. You whined and looked him with half open list filled eyes.

“W-Why?! God I was so close Membrane!” You groaned needing to feel the release. Membrane quickly silenced you with a kiss and you tasted yourself on his lips. He pulled away and pulled his shirt over his head and took his pants off only leaving him and his boxers on. His errection very hard to miss, basically begging to be free.

“There’s so much I want to do to you Y/N... but I just need to be deep inside you or I’ll lose my mind.” He said slowly removing his boxers. You blushed upon seeing his beautiful cock in all his beauty. He quickly lined himself up with your entrance.

“If it hurts at any point tell me...I refuse to hurt you in anyway.” He mumbled lightly kissing your jaw. You smiled and made him look into your (E/C) eyes.

“You’ll never hurt me.. but I will. Now please... I need you.” You moaned kissing him passionately wrapping your arms around his neck. Has your lips moved in sync with each other he slowly started entering you. You gasped starting to feel the pain and started gripping his neck tightly. He pulled away groaning from the pain. Something you’ll have to remember.

“S-Shit your so tight.” He groaned still slowly pushing himself inside you. Once he was fully inside you he was trying so hard not to just violently thrust in and out of you in a fast pase. Once you gave him the ok he slowly moved in and out of you.

“Oh god Membrane! Shit you feel so good!” You moaned letting your hands roam his back. With your encouragement he slowly started speeding up till he was full on ramming into your body. Your mind was nothing more then mush as you just moaned his name and any incoherent sounds that come out of your mouth. Membrane kept letting out small pants or groans. As well as slipping Spanish here and there. All of a sudden Membrane stopped but before you can utter a word he grabbed your leg an threw it over his shoulder and began to ram into your body again.

“O-Oh fuck! Membrane!!” You moaned as he hit that spot that made you go wild.

“S-Say my name again!” He groaned gripping your leg tightly as continued his movements.

“Membrane!”

“Louder Y/N!!”

“MEMBRANE PLEASE FUCK!” You said feeling so close to releaseing. Membrane could tell how close you where to coming and he wanted to get you off. He wanted to be the reason why you became so undone. That enough was driving him wild. He leaned in close to your ear

“I know your close Y/N. I know you, fuck your so tight.” He mumbled biting your ear.

“Oh god Membrane I-I can’t! I just want to so bad!” You moaned clawing the blanket beneath you. Membrane looked at you dead in your eyes.

“Then come Y/N” and just like that you came hard around Membrane. You let out a loud moan as your brain went blank. Membrane thrusted a few more times before coming deep inside you. As you both care back to your senses you reached up and caressted his cheek with your thumb.

“I love you Membrane. Thank you.” Membrane raised his hand to rest on top of yours as he let out a smile.

“I should be thanking you. I know I’m not normal. But yet you stay.. I wouldn’t know many people who would.” He said slowly pulling out of you. Your body shuddered at the loss of him inside of you.

“Right I should clean you up-“ your grabbed him and just shook your head.

“I honestly just want to be held by you. Please?” You asked yawning. He sighed and helped you pull the blankets on you both. He kissed your forehead and held you close. He was about to make a comment but saw you had already passed out. He smiled and just admired your peaceful sleep before slowly falling asleep himself.

Translation:

No debería estar celoso de él, pero Dios soy = I shouldn’t be jealous of him, but god I am

Ten cuidado con mi amor, ya no podré contenerme = Be careful my love, I won’t be able to hold back anymore

No te preocupes mi amor, pronto estará caliente = Don’t worry my love, it will be warm soon enough

Oh Dios tu hermosa = Oh god your beautiful

Eres una buena chica = You’re such a good girl.

So it’s 2:03 rn and I’m just finishing this. So yea.. enjoy this awful thing Ive created

[lennonknowsmysins]

u for john plsss

okay okay i got super super carried away with this one. i may have had too much fun. it’s a looong boy and it’s honestly just straight porn. or what i imagine porn is like. it’s beatles porn. i’m talking myself into a hole.

anywayyys, this is really just me looking for ways to feed my teddy boy fixation oops-

fem!reader (the other u with john is a male!reader, don’t get them confused!)

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The night had started out simple enough. Your friend, Brenda had dragged you along to a club for the live music, had gotten hammered and had now magically disappeared with an equally hammered, sandy haired boy. Typical. However, then a fairly new band began to play, their sound pulling you back in.

That’s when you saw him.

John Lennon. Playing right before your eyes.

You’d never really spoken to him, but when you were at school together, you’d had a bit of a silly crush on him. You were quiet, polite, the definition of a square. John, on the other hand, was loud, brash, the opposite of you. It made him so tempting. One time he’d sat in the desk next to you in class, had looked you up and down, hummed in an appreciative tone and sent you a wink. Just thinking about that moment still made you blush. And now here he was, singing his heart out and moving his fingers up and down on that guitar.

And once he was done playing, by some grace of Cupid, he was sidling up beside you and your inner school girl was peeing herself with excitement. You yelped a little when his large hand brushed along your ass.

“Long time, no see, hmm birdie.” He breathed into your ear, “Thought I recognized you, just as pretty as always.”

You looked up at him in surprise. You thought for sure he would have forgotten you by now.

“Yeah, I remember you. You’d practically undress me with your eyes every time I walked in a room.” He smirked. You swore he stole a glance down your shirt.

“Didn’t realize I was being obvious enough to make an impression.” You threw back, mentally patting yourself on the back for throwing sass at this god before you and not bumbling out an apology. Hey, he initiated this, you were gonna see it through.

“Of course,” he chuckled, pulling you closer by the waist, “you were so cute when you were pretending you weren’t having dirty thoughts about dirty John Lennon. ‘S hard to keep me own thoughts about you clean.”

You’d only had half a drink but golly, it must have been strong. You tried to think of something to say, but every thought you had was on fire. It wasn’t like many boys just decided to feel you up and you’d never expect anything substantial from Lennon of all people.

Yet now here you were, bracing your hands on the wall in a shitty little dressing room while John’s hand ran up your thigh and under your skirt.

“I like you in skirts,” he thought out loud, “I remember this arse in those little school uniforms. Had so many dreams about it.” He rubbed the very part of you he spoke of, making you squeal when he pinched it. “Ever done anything like this, love?”

You fumbled for a response, knowing full well that John’s level of experience was much higher. “Sorta, once. It wasn’t very good though, not what I pictured.”

“Aw, poor thing.” He cooed, leaning more into you from behind and still having yet to touch you where you wanted him to. “Ya need Johnny to take proper care of you, don’t ya?”

You nodded, jumping when John suddenly smacked your ass.

“Words, baby girl.”

“Yes, I-I need you.”

“There’s a good girl. I always knew you were one,” he continued to drawl out, now rubbing the throbbing spot between your legs, “who’d image that sweet, innocent (y/n) was capable of getting as wet as you are right now.”

Your face was scarlet, but you weren’t sure if it was because of John’s hands or his words. He was right though. You doubted that the first image people came up with when they thought of you was you splaying yourself, dripping through your panties and whining. It wasn’t like you could help yourself. John was skilled and relentless with his fingers, knowing all the right places to make a wriggling mess out of you before even putting anything in you.

A frenzied whimper escaped from somewhere in the back of your throat when the pressure was gone. You could practically feel John’s grin as his lips pressed against your ear, “I’ve barely gone and done anything and you need it so bad. You need something in that little hole, anything. So long as it fills you up. And so long as it’s me.”

“Only you, Johnny.” You groaned, pressing into him to feel the straining hard on he’d had for you all those years on your ass. In a flash, his thumbs were hooked into the elastic of your panties and you felt them slide just past your bum before pausing.

“If I hurt you or you get uncomfortable at all, just say the word and I’ll stop.” He said kindly, giving your hips a gentle squeeze. You nodded, his consideration only furthering your sureness that you wanted to do this with him.

He wasted no time resuming where he left off, throwing your panties to some crevasse of the room. You gasped as two thick fingers slipped into you without warning, the feeling still foreign. It was all John had to not explode in his pants at the sight of you shaking beneath him.

“Such a tight cunt, even better than I imagined.” He mused. He picked up the pace and you shivered at the wanton sound it made, “But if we mean to fit my cock in there, you’ll need to open a little wider.”

You didn’t have to time to reply before he was fucking you with three fingers, a fourth reaching to bully your clit. You moaned loudly, your eyes watering as you ground into them to get them as deep as possible.

“Let out those noises, sweetheart, you’ve been waiting for this for so long. Waiting for the day it’d be my fingers making you feel so good instead of your own.” He egged on. Sloppy, open mouthed kisses were placed along your neck. They were enough to send you over the edge. Your breath hitched as you clenched around the Teddy’s fingers, now repeatedly hitting a spot that made your vision fuzzy. Head hung back, you let out a sigh as a bliss burst through you, making your toes and fingers curl. John pulled his digits out of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck to leave a hickie.

He turned you around to face him, making a show out of sucking his fingers clean. “Y’taste as good as you look, pretty girl. Did ya like that?”

You nodded vigorously, “Your fingers felt really good in my...uh...”

“Pussy?” He finished for you, quirking an eyebrow as he sucked on one last finger.

“Um, yeah. That.” It seemed silly to get flustered over a word like that after what you’d just done and what you were about to do. John, however, found it adorable.

“Say it.” You blinked in confusion, leaning back as John’s left hand landed by your head while his right gently grasped your chin, thumb stroking your jawline.

“Say what, exactly?”

“Say that you liked my fingers in your pussy. I want to hear you say it.”

You bit your lip, a tad embarrassed but turned on nevertheless, “Your fingers felt good in my... my pussy. Now I want your, um, cock.”

“So cute.” A sly grin covered John’s face, displaying his top row of teeth. Your heart beat faster and your stomach fluttered. Your mouth broke into a wide, giddy smile as you took in how exciting this all was. He snorted lightly, eyes flicking down to your lips, thumb moving to trace your bottom one. He leaned in till your foreheads were touching before whispering, “Give us a kiss.”

You complied, closing the gap between you. His lips were soft. Much softer than you had imagined but you weren’t complaining. The faint taste of cigarettes and alcohol made your head buzz. You ran your tongue across his teeth in a sudden stroke of confidence. He pulled away, chuckling, “Christ, you’re such a dirty girl.”

He kissed you again, this time slipping his tongue into your mouth first, exploring every inch he could. The hand on your cheek disappeared only to reappear on your ass, giving it a harsh squeeze. He broke off, smirking as he took in your unraveled appearance; skirt pulled up, lips shiny, eyes wide. Your hair was still in its carefully done place, he noticed. He would do something about that.

Grabbing your hand, John began to lead you to the couch at the end of the room. “Want the first time I fuck you to be proper, like.” He explained when you gave him a confused look. The first time he fucked you. Meaning there’d be more. You took a mental note to wear some sexier underwear next time. John grimaced at the sad state of the couch, not keen on letting you lay naked body on the grimy surface. Your skin was so clean and soft. Thinking fast, he shrugged off his leather jacket and placed it so you would be able to lay down on. A small, gentlemanly action that a wave of lust through you.

You pressed another quick kiss to his lips before pulling your shirt over your head. He couldn’t help but ogle at your chest, tracing the lacy pattern of your bra just so. Instinctively, he reached behind you to unclasp it while you ventured for his lips again. Still locked with you, he lead you to lay down.

His lips left your’s to trail down your neck to your right tit where he bit lightly on your nipple, tongue drawing lazy circles around the areola. You whined at the sudden stimulation, your back arching. “You get so excited at the littlest things.” He teased.

You closed your eyes as warm, calloused hands slid over your stomach until they reached your skirt, removing it with ease. You peaked your eyes open to search for approve in the soft brown eyes, flushing at the delighted smile on the teddy’s face.

“You’re beautiful, (y/n).” John whispered, kissing you once more. You tugged at his belt, hurriedly undoing the buckle before he chuckled and shimmed out of the tight trousers, revealing that he’d forgone boxers this morning. You felt a mix of nerves and excitement as you looked at his cock, thick and hard.

The red tip ghosted over your swollen lower lips, rubbing just slightly over your clit. You let out a strangled moan and bucked your hips up in an attempt to push it in. John pushed you back down, tutting close to your ear, “Beg for it, sweetheart.”

“John, John, please.”

“Please what?”

You swallowed thickly, unsure of how much longer you could take the teasing.

“What is it, love? What do you want?”

“P-put your cock in me! I want your big cock in my pussy, please John, please, I’m ready for it!” You cried, “’m so wet for you, just for you.”

John didn’t need to hear anymore as he thrust into you, making you wail in pleasure as he bottomed out. His hands braced themselves and he had that devious glow back in his eyes. “So fucking tight. So good, so very fucking good.”

“You just parade this fine body around all the time, acting all innocent and shit,” he grunted between thrusts, “but what if someone were to walk in, hmm? What if someone were to see this sweet little girl taking some no good teddy boy’s fat cock in her little cunt while her legs were spread wide open?”

You could only whimper in response, rocking against him, your sounds egging him on, “Imagine if they could hear the filthy noises coming out of that pristine mouth? You’ve got a reputation to uphold, how could you do that if everyone knew you were such a slut?”

“I’m a slut for you,” You squealed, your voice up an octave as he hit that special spot inside you with much more force than he had with his fingers and you began to tighten around him, “I-It feels so good, John!”

“I know baby, I know.” He groaned, feeling close himself, increasing his pace.

“Cum for me, birdie. C’mon, I can feel you clenching, let go on my cock.”

You followed his instructions, screaming as you came for the second time tonight. John rode you through your orgasm, not long afterwards releasing his own warmth into the pit of your belly. He collapsed onto his elbows, heaving for air and pressing butterfly kisses on your shoulder. Then he shifted so that you were now laying on top of him, resting against his chest. His hands shifted through your hair, pleased that he’d managed to ruin it’s styling.

“You have no idea,” He gasped, “how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

[carelessgraces]

@urobouris​ said:   ‘  what  do  you  want  for  breakfast?  ’   ( morning after sentence starters | accepting )

It’s not her fault, really. She’d come here with good intentions: dinner ( a business dinner ) and a meeting ( a business meeting ) about some signatures she needed from him and a background check she’d run on a prospective hire. And after that she was going to head back to the office to finish up some busy work, get it all sorted out sooner than later, et cetera, et cetera. A perfectly reasonable, responsible, professional plan, except that she’d informed him that she was busy tonight and that this had to be strictly business, and he’d listened to her, an absolutely maddening smile on his face the entire night. 

     And really, nobody could blame Astoria for what happened next. She’s only human, and he knows just what she likes most. and his restraint may be commendable but hers certainly isn’t. He’d ordered for her before she arrived ( a perfect choice, as per usual ) and he’d chosen a table just secluded enough that they couldn’t easily be seen, her especially, and then — she’s convinced this was just to mess with her — Albert had shrugged off his jacket, a rarity when out, and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and he’d had the absolutely infuriating audacity to chuckle when he saw her squirming in her seat and chewing the inside of her cheek until she drew blood. 

     It’s been a busy, busy week. She’s barely seen him, so it’s only to reason that she’d have a hard time denying herself, even when he’s being a perfect gentleman about it. She thinks that’s the fun of it; Albert is perpetually, constantly controlled. She likes watching him ruthlessly exploit all her little weaknesses to make a mess of her. She likes watching him respond to that; he likes seeing her an absolute wreck because of him, and as much as he can get a reaction out of her, she knows which buttons of his to push. She knows how to push him to the edges of that control, just by reacting to him. It’s the natural result of their little power struggles. 

     So she’d reached under her dress as discreetly as she could to slip her underwear off and deposited the fabric politely into his hand, and he’d raised an eyebrow before pocketing it. “I thought you were busy.”

     “I’ll do it later.”

     “I would hate to distract you,” Albert answers, taking a slow sip of his wine. “I know you only had to join that divorce case because we had a slow month.”

     Not that she can complain; it’s been something of a comfort to know that everything with Umbrella is, at least for now, tied up. She likes that he’s safe. 

     “I can finish the paperwork on Monday.” 

     “And spend the whole weekend agonizing over work you left unfinished?”

     “You know, I think I’ll manage, somehow. It would help if I was sufficiently distracted.” 

     And he knows her well, knows her well enough that there are times she simply needs this and everything that comes with it, and he takes good care of her. He always has. “Safeword?” he asks, quite casually, as if he’s discussing the weather and not making the exhaustion of this week worth it. She tells him, grateful for the reminder, and he simply picks up the wine bottle to refill his glass.

     “Then you can beg,” he tells her, rather politely, “and we can see where that takes us.”

     So she begs. Begs prettily, too, first before he’s even touched her and later when the only words she can manage are please and god and more and his name. And as she winds down, curled up comfortably with her head on his chest and his fingers carding idly through her hair and working out some of the tangles as gently as he could, she yawns and murmurs something about wanting another tattoo. 

     His fingers don’t slow in her hair. “Did you have a design in mind?” 

     “Not really. Maybe that snake you like? Fuck if I remember now.” She laughs, nestles closer. “Any ideas? It would be for you, anyway.” 

     He doesn’t say anything, not yet, only moves his hand from her hair to curl around her bare shoulder and tighten his grip on her. 

     She’s asleep within minutes. She barely notices that he doesn’t say anything else. 

When she wakes to an empty bed she wonders first if the previous night had been a very good dream — though the soreness in her thighs suggests otherwise, and just dreaming about bending her legs behind her head wouldn’t have done that. In the bathroom, then, maybe, or making coffee; she doesn’t think he’d go out running errands and leave her here without a note. 

     And when he’s not back in the next few minutes she wonders if maybe the tattoo comment had been too much, if it suggests some measure of commitment he doesn’t want. ( As if she doesn’t keep a toothbrush here, a drawer of clothes here, for the nights she simply stays without planning on it. As if there isn’t some measure of commitment, unspoken though it might be, when a girl sticks around after having a gun pointed at her under the table. )

     A quick shower later and she emerges, wrapped in a robe and nothing else, bare feet padding across the floor and wet hair gathered over one shoulder, and he’s... in the kitchen, sitting surrounded by papers and with a tablet abandoned beside him. The sight of her prompts a smile, and that settles her nerves, just a bit. 

     “I had a meeting — I didn’t want to wake you.” 

     “Ah. Thank you, that was sweet — is there more coffee?”

     “On the counter,” he says, “fresh.” He stands when she goes to pour herself a cup, rests a hand on her hip and presses a kiss to her temple in greeting. So, she overreacted; in her defense, she got over it fast. “What do you want for breakfast?”

     “Something with protein? I’m still a little tired.” 

     He laughs quietly, pleased with the answer, and she watches him as he moves across the kitchen. Moments like these are nice; his life is chaotic at best, and she likes seeing the little moments of quiet domesticity, few and far between though they might be.

     She’s not expecting him to speak, comfortable as she is with the quiet, and she nearly jumps when he does. “King cobra,” he says, glancing over his shoulder at her as he sets the skillet on the stove and moves to take a knife and a cutting board from their place. “The snake I like. King cobra. Where would you get it?”

     She takes so long to answer that he looks up at her again, brow furrowed, and she shakes her head and clears her throat. “Sorry. Morning. Um. I was thinking my leg — probably my thigh, I’m running out of room on my back, and I’d want to keep it somewhere it isn’t immediately visible.” 

     He considers it for a moment, then nods. “I like it.”

     Astoria grins at his back, pleased beyond what she’d admit and warmed to her toes. She doesn’t speak again except to thank him until after she’s eaten, and when she does, she sits back to consider him for a moment before she opens her mouth. 

     “Do you have more meetings today?”

     “No, only the one.”

     “Good.” She stands and stretches comfortably, before moving to stand in front of him. After a beat she unties the belt of her robe. “I was thinking I’d brush my teeth and then make up for how busy I’ve been. A proper thank you, for taking care of me last night. If you were interested.”

     He leaves her with little bite marks and bruises on the inside of her thigh, where the tattoo will be — a claim, gladly accepted. 

[lostinthewiind]

Can we get uuhhhhh some Dick Winters smut pls

we uuhhhhh…most certainly can :) It’s about GOD DAMN time I wrote some Winters smut. 

Warnings: ***SEXY TIME***

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Other Ways

Knocking on the office door before you, you nervously shifted your weight from one foot to the other. It wasn’t that you were necessarily scared of Lieutenant Winters — because on every occasion you had interacted with him, he was always kind and polite. It was more the fact that you hadn’t been expecting to be called into his office and had no idea what the following meeting was pertaining to.

It was sort of like being called to the principle’s office when you’re a good kid; you know you didn’t do anything wrong, but you’re still worried about what’s going to happen.

Before you could get too inside of your own head, however, there was a faint “Come in,” from the other side of the door. 

Twisting the door handle with your slightly sweaty palm, you stepped into the dimly lit office and made sure to shut the door behind yourself afterward; if Winters was going to yell at you, you didn’t want anyone else to hear.

“Sir?” you planted yourself firmly in front of Winters’ desk, keenly aware that he hadn’t so much as looked up from the papers in front of him since you had entered. “You asked to see me.”

“That I did.” Winters nodded slowly, his eyes still glued to the page in his hand for a few seconds longer before he finally tossed the parchment onto his desk along with the many others and sat back in his chair, his fingers pressing firmly into his temples to alleviate the tension. “I wanted to…um…talk to you about…”

You watched as Winters searched his mind for the reason for calling you into his office that evening, but after about a minute of nothing, he let out a groan. “You know what? I’ve completely forgotten,” he admitted, a slight grimace playing at the corners of his mouth, the creases there resembling the ones around his eyes that signified just how stressed and tired he was. 

“Oh.” you weren’t sure what to say or do. “Do you want me to stay while you try to remember or…should I go?”

Sitting forward once more, his left hand reaching for a half-full cup of coffee that, by that point, was only luke-warm, Winters gestured toward the door. “You might as well go.” he sighed. “I’m sure if it were really important I would have remembered. It’s just…oh, nevermind. It’s unprofessional of me to gripe about my problems to a subordinate.”

“It’s just Captain Sobel, sir?” you ventured a guess as to the origin of his current frustration and exhaustion. 

With slightly blood-shot eyes, Winters looks up at you and chortled. “Yes, private Y/L/N. It is Captain Sobel.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better,” you leaned in slightly and lowered your voice. “everyone else hates him just as much as you do.”

Winters waved his hand at you in dismissal of your comment. “I don’t hate-” he cut himself off in a moment of realization. “Yeah, actually, I do hate him, but don’t tell anyone I said that; I’ll deny it anyway.”

You chuckled a little. “I won’t, sir. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Good.” he actually smiled before standing up and making his way over to the small coffee maker in the corner of his small office. “Can I get you some coffee?” he offered. 

“I’m okay, sir, thank you.” you politely declined, knowing that if you drank any caffeine that late at night you would never get to sleep, which in turn would fuck you over for the following day of training. 

Giving a curt nod, Winters turned and started making himself a fresh cup. “I know it’s not the best for me, but this is the only way I know how to deal with the stress right now. Caffeinate and push through, despite the fact that I don’t think I’ve slept in two days.” 

“If you don’t mind me asking, sir, what exactly is it that you’re doing?” your eyes drifted over the many files and stacks of paper atop his desk. 

“I’m re-checking supply orders.” Winters huffed as he leaned against the counter. “Captain Sobel made a change in the supply order and now I have to go through about ten stacks of item lists to find the one change so it can be documented.” 

Picking up a slip of paper, you lazily trailed your eyes over the items listed and scoffed. “Well, good luck with that, sir.”

“Thank you.”

“My favourite thing to do when I’m stressed is take a long, hot bath and just forget about all of my troubles for an hour or so,” you told him, unsure of why you were still in his office at all. “Of course, I can’t do that anymore, so now I jump imagine I’m in a hot bath. Doesn’t work quite the same but it gets the job done.”

“Interesting method.” Winters poured the steaming hot, fresh coffee into his cup before stalking back over to his desk. “Have any other suggestions?”

You thought for a moment. “Well, there are the obvious ones, like taking a walk, clearing your head, doing something else for a little while…getting some sleep.” you cocked an eyebrow at him while you mentioned the last suggestion. “And then, of course, there are other ways…”

Winters perked up at your vague mention of ‘other ways.’ “What do you mean by that, private Y/L/N?”

You could feel the warmth rising in your cheeks and you were sure you had turned a brilliant shade of pale red. “I don’t suppose it’s very professional for me to say, sir.” you tried to get out of having to voice your dirty thoughts, but when all he did was continue to stare at you, you felt compelled. “Oh, you know…sex.”

Silence filled the office, the tension in the air so thick that you swore you were having trouble breathing. Winters continued to look at you, his eyes trailing over your body as he leaned back in his chair. At that moment, you severely regretted speaking at all in the first place.

You were sure Winters was going to write you up for speaking so inappropriately in his presence, but what he did instead was much more shocking. “Do you use that method regularly?” he asked, his legs spreading slightly as he eyed you up some more. 

You were surprised by the question, there was no doubt about that. Winters always seemed like such a play-it-by-the-book sort of man who would never even dare to step out of line, so this new side of him — this suggestive side — really caught you off guard. 

“Sir?” you swallowed hard, your back straightening with nerves as you stood at attention before him. 

“Private.” his eyes finally left your body for a split second. “Lock the door.”

Without another word, you turned on your heel and did as the Lieutenant asked. As soon as the click of the lock echoed through the room, you could hear the sound of a belt being undone behind you. You froze in place for a second, almost scared to turn around and confront what you were sure was waiting for you. 

“Sir,” your words were soft and unassuming, your back still facing Winters. “Are we going to have sex?”

“No, private.” you could feel Winters’ breath on the back of your neck as he planted his hands on your hips and pressed himself into your ass. “I’m going to fuck you.”

Your breathing hitched as your hands pressed into the wood of the door to steady yourself. You couldn’t think of anything to say, so instead, you just remained silent and enjoyed the feeling of want between your legs. 

Hiking up your army issued, knee-length skirt around your waist, Winters pushed himself up against you even harder, one of his hands moving up to brush some hair away from your neck so he could kiss and nibble on the skin there. 

As his kisses sent shivers up and down your spine, Winters clamped his hand firmly over your mouth. “Just in case,” he whispered as he pushed your underwear to the side and ran two fingers along the length of your folds. Your knees nearly buckled right there and then, but before you had a chance to melt on the spot, Winters entered you from behind, the new wave of pleasure taking over your entire body. 

You wanted to moan out so badly but the hand over your mouth was preventing you from making any audible noises, so you were forced to rely on body language to communicate your enjoyment. Arching your back, you rested your head on Winters’ shoulder and looked up at him the best you could, your eyes saying all the words your mouth couldn’t.

“Desk.” was all he said next before grabbing you and pushing you in the direction of his desk. With one single, fluid motion, he swiped all the papers from the wooden desktop before bending you over it. “This is much better.”

Now that both of his hands were grabbing at your hips and ass and weren’t preventing you from speaking, you took the opportunity to voice your pleasure. “Please, sir, fuck me harder.” you practically begged. “Take out all your frustration and stress on me.”

Winters didn’t say anything in response, but when he began pounding into you at an alarming rate over and over again, you were sure he had heard you. For a split second, you began to overthink about the fact that you were bent over your Lieutenant’s desk with his cock buried deep inside of you, but before you could worry too much, he lifted one of your legs up onto the desk as well, allowing him to penetrate you even deeper than you thought possible. 

“Oh, God!” you unintentionally screamed out, but thankfully, Winters was too wrapped up in his own pleasure to reprimand you. 

With your mouth hung open like a fish out of water, your eyes began to roll back in your head as you approached the promised land of euphoria. “Shhh.” Winters reminded you as he leaned over the top of you and snaked one arm around your stomach. “Cum for me without making a sound.” he suddenly remembered his unspoken rule about being silent. 

“I don’t think I can,” you confessed as your orgasm began and you felt the scream start to work its way up your throat. 

“Make a peep and I’ll make you pick up all these goddamn supply lists and go through them yourself.” 

Hearing the urgency in his voice pushed you into a state verbal paralysis, and as your orgasm rocked through your body, you somehow remained completely silent, as per his request. 

Not long after you came, Winters unraveled as well, his body dropping onto yours as he caught his breath. “You were right.” he breathed out, the stress and exhaustion no longer audible in his voice. “That method does work.”

“Glad I could be of assistance.” you cracked a smile as you straightened up and pulled your skirt back down. “By the way, sir, did you remember what you wanted to talk to me about yet?”

Winters shook his head as he buckled his belt again. “No, but be assured, private, as soon as I do, I’ll ask to see you again ASAP.”

[liw-the-melancholic-apple]

How it may have gone - Humble Beginnings

A fic taking place in the marauders era. While the political climate seems to head to a conflict, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter are still just teenagers. Dealing with typical teenage problems.

But this year their little group grows. Who would have known that more prefects would be a good thing?

Masterlist

Six: The Christmas Party II

With only an hour left we sprinted back to our dorm. While Nica and Chloe started folding up their clothes and throwing them into the trunks, Milla and Blair went through their nightstands and I tidied up the bathroom. Over the course of the last four months we had collected all kind of trash in that room and we had spread our shower gels, shampoo bottles, potions and make-up kits all through it. I went into both of the shower cabins to organise the bottles and viles there according to their owners, making one extra pile for all the stuff I couldn’t place.

Next I looked at the five sinks and the big mirror. One hell of a mess. To make a plan for the sinks I started by cleaning up the mirror and the little shelves in front of it. Organising the make-up and brushes per owner I filled the shelves with them, cleaned the sinks themselves and then repositioned the toothbrushes and –pastes.

“Bathroom is done!”, I chirped when I entered the dorm.

“Wardrobes are all empty!”, Blair replied, her hair standing up in every direction.

“Milla and I are done and Nica and Chloe are just now moving on to the nightstands. How late is it?”

“Quarter to eleven. You better hurry up!”, I suggested as I threw myself on my bed and took out my thriller from my backpack. I had just gotten back into the action and could have bitten my nails at the scene that was described – the heroine entering an old and abandoned asylum – when Chloe sat down next to me and made me shriek.

“Don’t do that! Mer-lin. You wanna give me a heart attack?”

“Sorry. We’re done, though. Want to go downstairs?”

We all put on an extra jumper and stuffed our coats with scarves, gloves and hats. Then we headed to the foyer. And waited. And waited. And waited. At twenty past eleven I got aggrevated. “It would be very much like them to just let us wait here. They haven’t pranked us at all since we’ve become friends”, I said tapping my foot on the first step.

“I’m not saying it wouldn’t be them, but they should be smarter than to piss us off hours before two of us are being their dates”, Chloe answered.

Half an hour late the boys sprinted down the stairs and nearly ran into us, profusely apologising to all of us.

“All my fault, I ran into Lily!”, was one of the first things I could hear.

“We got carried away teasing him”, it came from Remus.

“Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry”, Pettigrew kept going on while Black smirked to himself remarking that we had seriously waited for them.

“Shush! Shut up!”, Chloe ordered them to silence.

“Did you at least get a smile out of Lily?”, she then asked Potter. “She didn’t say I was an arrogant pest. Which is nearly as good, right?”

“Sure, Potter, sure.”

Five o’ clock came rather quickly. I had not expected the day to fly by as it did. The snowball fight had been epic. The teams had been determined by our birthdates: First six months of the year against last six months of the year, which meant that Remus, James, Chloe and I had to take on the other five. It also meant that we had completely missed Black’s birthday on third of November which we all felt terrible for. He assured us that it wasn’t a big deal since we had basically known him for only six days at the time but we all felt that we should have given him something for his birthday.

After lunch we went back outside to play three rounds of quidditch and then we warmed up while being introduced to a couple of very helpful secret passages. One led from our common room up to the seventh floor on which the Gryffindor common room was located and we all were convinced that that passage would be used a lot. Another one was a short cut to the dungeons and then there was a secret room behind a statue of a three headed lion, that the boys usually used when they were pursued by Filch.

They wouldn’t tell us how long it took them to find all of these secrets but they did hint that there was an arsenal of hidden passages that they didn’t show us.

We had so much fun that none of us really wanted to get ready for Slughorn’s party although it had been everything any of us had talked about in the last week.

“Guys it’s five! We’re supposed to be at Slughorn’s by six thirty.”

“Relax. You have forever”, Potter tried to calm Nica down.

“If we would all not care about our hair, like you, maybe”, she answered with a smirk. “But we have five girls and two showers, need to dry our hair, put on our dresses and jewellery and make up our faces. Ninety minutes hardly seems enough.”

“I’m sure none of you actually need the make-up”, Black commented absendmindedly.

“That’s how you make all the girls fall for you”, Chloe slapped him against the shoulder.

“What? I mean that.”

“Well, thanks.”

We walked them to their common room and learned that the portrait of the fat lady with a Milla-pink coloured dress was actually the entrance to the famous red and gold den. We rushed down to our common room via the newly discovered secret passage.

“Shower’s free!”, Chloe yelled while rushing past me in her towel.

“Finally!” I grabbed my house-crested towel and headed in. After the snow and the quidditch I needed a shower. It was a quick one, though, since my lengthy hair always needed a lot of time to be dried. Even with the drying charm I had learned from my mum. I used it on the bathroom and mirrors first, so nobody would melt while doing their make-up and then put on my rings, necklace and earrings while an invisible hair dryer blew at my hair, making it stand up like I’ve been electrocuted.

Milla already wore her lilac mini dress that made her look several years older than she was and went into the bathroom to do her makeup; Nica was trying to get her afro into perfect shape, while still in her underwear; Blair wore that awesome midnight-blue dress and put on her new blue heels, her hair already done; Chloe had started with the make-up and needed me to help her zip up her dress.

Once she was zipped in my hair was dry and I brushed it out in the bathroom. Instead of my typical topknot I braided it into one thick strand and rolled that up at the back of my head. As soon as I was done with that I ran back to my desk and put on my lovely charcoal grey dress with the burgundy pattern. Blair who was done first did up the buttons on the back before I slipped into my burgundy pumps that I had bought especially for this party. The little bolero jacket that matched my dress I left hanging for now. Back in the bathroom I went in heavy with the eyeliner and grey eye-shadow – both things that I didn’t do on a day to day – and found a wonderful dark red lipstick.

Nica was the last one to put on her dress – in the end she had decided on a mustardyellow numbers with a white paisley pattern  that barely covered her bum – and a little stressed we stumbled down the stairs into the common room. Crick and Magnus were already waiting there for us, talking to Felix who was fidgeting with his tie.

“I’m the luckiest man alive”, Magnus uttered when he kissed Chloe and made her twirl.

“That. Dress. Is. The. Bomb”, Crick stretched every word as he kissed Blair on the cheek. She blushed and thanked him. “You don’t look bad yourself.” The boys all wore dressrobes, all black with yellow ties. I suspected that Felix had asked Crick for advice.

“Toby’s already gone and Sian said not to wait for her. Shall we go?”

“I told Siobhan to meet me on the third floor. I think she’ll tag along with Potter”, Felix bumbled along still fidgeting with his tie as we climbed the stairs.

“Are you nervous, kid?”, I asked smiling up at him as he had had the nerve to outgrow me at only thirteen.

“No…I mean…a little?”

“Don’t you worry. It’s gonna be great. I promise. These parties are amazing.”

“What do I talk to her about?”

“What do you usually say to her?”

“We mainly talk about potions. I tutor her after all.”

“She’s a quidditch keeper and you’re a quidditch fan. You’ll figure something out.” I padded him on the back as we rounded the corner to the statue of Avery the Antisocial where the boys and Siobhan waited.

I watched Felix hug her and compliment her black dress with a smile before I acknowledged my own date.

“Pettigrew! Don’t you clean up nicely!” His dress robes were a dark grey, as if we had planned it and his golden tie matched the buttons. He had obviously done his hair and levelled himself up in the process.

“I thought I was supposed to say that to you”, he grinned.

“Did you buy the dress after finding out which robes I’d wear?”

“Sure, all carefully planned.”

“For real, though, you look great.” He offered me his arm and I took it.

Potter was folding himself over complimenting Nica on her little nothing of a dress, while Black stared at Blair.

“Oh my god. You look like one of those pin-up girls.” He realised her insecure look. “In the best way possible. Hottest girl of the night! Well done, Cricket.”

“Thanks, Black.” Crick didn’t like Black, I knew it but his smile was genuine. I couldn’t help but feel like those two boys understood each other in that moment. They understood that Blair did look great in her dress and that she needed to hear it. They both earned an enormous amount of points in my book for knowing her so well and caring enough to build her up.

“I’m lost for words.” Remus mouth was half opened as Milla turned around in front of him.

“Is that good or bad?”, she asked with a rosy face.

“Good. You look…so good.”

Black who had stopped complimenting Blair notched me in the side. “This is going to be so great”, he whispered, earning a knowing look from Pettigrew.

“Is that what you two always whisper about when you have your little one-on-ones?”, he asked me as we made our way to Slughorn’s office.

“Which that do you mean?”

“That that”, he nodded at Remus who now offered Milla his arm, still obviously in awe.

“Ehm… yeah. We’ve been trying to get them to admit that they like each other.”

“Seems like Sirius is right, then. Even a blind man could see that they do. You should have a splendid night.”

“I expect to have a splendid night whatever they do”, I replied. “And I’m making you responsible for that!” He gave me a heartfelt smile and nodded. “I’ll do my very best.”

In our fairly big group we rolled up to Slughorn’s  Office and were allowed in by one of the houseelves. As every year the room looked stunning. It was even bigger than at the dinner and the pretty big four round tables had disappeared. In their place were little bar tables and sofas in one corner and an impressive dance floor in the other. From a central point in the ceiling panels of golden satin and purple velvet draped down into every last corner of the room, giving the impression that it was a giant tent outside rather than just another office in the castle. The floor was covered in tiles of black marble with golden accents. Somewhere out of sight a band was playing Christmas tunes and instead of candles the room was lit by tiny perfectly round glasses with yellow and red flames in them. It was a sight to behold.

Pettigrew had a hard time closing his mouth as it fell open whenever he spotted a new absurdity. Slughorn made a point of inviting old members of the club to his Christmas parties as well as other important people he knew. While we were slowly making our way to the buffet to finally eat some dinner, I was fairly certain that I saw two famous quidditch players and big head from the ministry. The first person who spoke to me, though, was somebody I didn’t expect at all.

“Miss de Witt, long time no see. At first I wasn’t sure if it was you.” A stocky man in his sixties, with a receding hairline and square jaw reached out to shake my hand. It took me a moment to recognise him. It had indeed been forever ago.

“Mr Armstrong?”, I eventually said shaking the man’s hand after I had imagined him without the giant glasses, more maroon hair and a beard.

“The very same, the very same. How are your parents?”

“Doing well, I hear. I have to admit it’s usually Felix who writes them. He’s here, too. Have you already run into him?”

“Not yet, but I’ll make sure to do so.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. This is Peter Pettigrew, a six year from Gryffindor, very gifted prankster. And Peter, this is Healer Lawrence Armstrong, he used to be my father’s superior at St. Mungo’s.”

“ Pleasure to meet you, Sir.”

“And you, Mr Pettigrew, and you. Is it your excellent pranking that got you invited to the party, then?”

“ To be honest, Sir, I wasn’t invited at all. De...Jette offered to take me since all my friends got to go. I’m afraid Professor Slughorn is anything but impressed with me.”

“Oversight on his part”, I assured Mr Armstrong. “Peter, as I said, is very analytical.”

“Just not a potion’s master, I suppose. Horace can be a little small minded”, Mr Armstrong smiled at Pettigrew who  in turn smiled at me.

“But do I understand that you managed to impress Horace, Miss de Witt.”

“Partially, I suppose. I am a prefect this year, that always makes it easier to get invited. But Professor Horton seems to have mentioned that I don’t have a lot of problems in Defence against the Dark Arts.”

“I hear she’s brilliant!”, Pettigrew chimed in.

“He will be pushing you for Auror, I reckon.”

“Occasionally. Do you mind my asking how you know him, Sir?”

“Not at all, not at all. I used to go to school with Horace. We always were friendly and remained in contact. When I can make it I always come to find new healers for the hospital. Retired or not. As a matter of fact your mother was at these parties, when she was younger. I got her to consider the career.”  I had heard that story only about a million times but still nodded my head and “ooh”ed.

“If I remember correctly you never wanted to take after your parents, right?”

“I’m not that good with broken bones, I’m afraid. The blood I could do but broken bones and vomit make me shriek. I don’t think I’d be a lot of help to anybody.”

“Fair enough. What about you, Mr Pettigrew, ever considered the noble profession of healing others?”

“Ehm… Truth be told, Mr Armstrong, I think I’m not good enough at Potions to get into the program.”

“So, you have thought about it?”

“I’ve entertained the thought, Sir, yes.”

“Well, with a clever and trusted girl as Miss de Witt in your corner, I’m sure you’d manage to get in. Just you write me if you should want to apply.”

“Are you serious, Sir?”

“Absolutely. Have a good night, kids.”

“And you, Mr Armstrong.”

Once the former healer had left us Pettigrew fell into my arms and thanked me over and over again for having introduced him. He apparently had always wanted to become a healer and was rather crushed when he found out what the required NEWT in Potions was. Beaming with pride and joy he filled his plate with snacks and fingerfood and dragged me over to his friends.

“Guess what de Witt just did!” In every detail he described the conversation we had just had while I wondered where Remus and Milla were off to. Blair caught my look and grinned. She whipped her chin to dance floor.

“T’is the season”, a hoarse voice whispered into my ear when I had just found Milla and Remus shaking their every limb to the rather boring music. It wasn’t over the top romantic yet, but they were clearly too busy with each other to notice that we weren’t around or that I was watching them.

“T���is”, I answered. While I chatted to Black about our dreams for our two best friends a six year girl who I thought was in Gryffindor ran into me, spilling her drink over my brand new dress. She neither stopped nor said sorry and just went on.

“Pardon me!”, I yelled after her but she ignored me. “What’s her deal?”

Potter came towards us with a raised wand and rescued my dress form being ruined. “This is what happens when you speak to Sirius for too long at an event like this. People will think that he’s into you and then the girls get all catty.”

“I talk to Sirius all the time! What’s different now.”

“You usually don’t look like that when you talk to him”, Pettigrew grinned.

“Aren’t you full of compliments today. Thanks doe the cleanup, Potter.”

We spent about an hour just watching Remus and Milla getting more and more comfortable with each other before we decided to join them on the dance floor. I spotted Felix and Siobhan a couple of times both seeming rather unimpressed with one another. Shame. They looked cute together.

While we were mainly hopping around in a big circle every now and again, when the band played a particularly classic song, Potter, Black and Chloe showed off their pure blood upbringing by forcing the rest of us to formally dance with them. The first one who got me was Black who knew exactly what he was doing despite usually neglecting everything he was taught by his parents. Especially when it came to etiquette of any form. When I asked him about it he just shrugged and said that he liked dancing.

At some point Milla and Remus joined us again, a lot less nervous or flustered than at the beginning of the night, which had all of us others grinning knowingly. Although only Black and I had really talked about what those two were blossoming into the rest was fully aware of it as well.

After my round with Black I did two more with Potter, while Pettigrew was taught by Chloe and Blair – who let go of her shyness halfway through the night and revealed that she, too, had been tortured by her parents with dancing lessons. When Pettigrew and I attempted one of the marvellously complicated dances together we even looked half decent. Mag and Chloe snuck off at some point to enjoy each other and remained missing for the entire night. Felix waved me goodbye around midnight leaving Siobhan to giggle with some fourth year Ravenclaw and looking very relieved. His date had gone a lot worse than mine.

I thoroughly enjoyed my night with Pettigrew. Just like Nica and Potter and Crick and Blair did. We were all fully aware that we were here as friends and that it was good fun that we were all together. The awkwardness of having to find something to say or jumping at accidently touching each other was absent all night – if you exclude Remus and Milla who got less and less awkward as time went on. All of us girls got hit with disapproving looks and elbows in the sides when we were talking to Black, who apologised to all of us and explained to me that this was the reason he didn’t want to take Nica.

“So, this happens regularly?”, Blair laughed with red cheeks from the spiked punch.

“Three years ago I came with Mary MacDonald, she’s a friend of Evans’. I asked her because James wanted to ask out Lily and we thought his chances would increase if her friend was glued to me. Mary actually liked the idea but she was treated like a leper for a month. She still scolds me for that…”

“Speaking of Evans…” Potter dashed away and managed to convince Lily to dance with him. It took him a good five minutes and it looked like she was leaving him to stand by himself at least three times but in the end she took his hand. He taught her the same dance Black had taught me. The easiest one. And coincidentally the one that had both partners stand the closest to each other. He wasn’t dumb, our Potter.

As soon as the song ended Potter indicated a bow, said about two sentences and came back to us where he was met with applause.

“How on earth?”, gasped Remus while high-fiving Potter.

“I took Blair’s advice. Not too over the top. Polite. Genuine. And I told her that I thought I deserved one dance after four years of let downs. Besides, I think she wanted to learn how to dance. Seemed into it.”

“Well done, mate!”, Nica screamed. Then she leaned into him and whispered something that had him smirk and blush at the same time.

“Well, of course I’ll show you that again.” They both disappeared into the mass of people on the dancefloor and – just like Mag and Chloe – weren’t seen or heard from again. Nica, it seemed, had accomplished her mission.

Us girls exchanged looks that ranged from impressed to shocked but ultimately forgot about the whole thing as we had too much fun.

Professor Slughorn had to force us out when the dark of night turned into dusty grey of dawn. Apart from us there was a drunk and sleeping vampire left, who Black had decorated with garlic stickers and two snogging couples. We thanked him for the splendid party and walked into the corridor.

“Last smoke together?”, Pettigrew suggested and we all agreed. The courtyard was still really dark as the trees and walls blocked out the slowly rising sun.

“Would it be proper mental to suggest to go up to the astronomy tower and watch the sunrise?”, Blair asked just before we were done smoking.

“No! I love it!” Nica was in. So were I and Crick.

“Little romantic for my taste, but fine” Black nonchalantly snipped away his fag. Pettigrew was game for anything.

“I think I’m gonna go to bed”, Milla said. “I’m knackered.”

“I’ll escort you to your common room then, make sure you don’t get lost.” Remus managed to ignore our grins and didn’t even blush. “Meet you lot up there?”, he asked over his shoulder when he lead Milla back to the foyer.

“Oh. My. God!”, Black chirped when the two were out of earshot.

“Such a sap”, I commented while we slowly walked towards the door and made our way up the stairs.

After a spectacular sunrise in the bitter cold we bid our Potter-less Potter-posse goodnight and went to our dorm. I just wanted to sleep. It had been a really long day. But when I saw the look on Milla’s face I knew that the night wasn’t over yet.

“He didn’t kiss me!” A tear rolled down her cheek, painting a small blackish-grey line on her face. It wouldn’t be the last one.